This three line story is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales prompt.
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They were coming for Rex; the sheep had been one crime too many, and they would show him no mercy.
The chickens had been bad enough, and she could see Mary Halpenny up there at the front brandishing her old man’s air rifle.
She forced a smile as she tossed the ball over the cliff and, through a blur of tears, watched Rex bound after it.