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Pointeso Mudflats
Lolos was lost on the mudflats on the Pointeso estuary. He rested against the white pole whilst looking up at the orange wind sock fluttering in a north easterly direction.
Noise from above.
‘Bang! Bang! Bang!’
Lolos was thrown back into the mud as a Delta jet flew overhead – making contact with the military targets out to sea.
Overcome with fear, he proceeded to shout at the skies in a state of frenzied panic, the whites of his eyes gleaming in the mid – morning sun.
The jet pilots continued their aerial assaults oblivious to the lost canine quivering two hundred feet below.
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