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Benny slowly knelt. The dog—massive, shaggy, and drooling—came closer and sniffed his hand.

No growl. No bark. Just a big, slobbery lick.

The others peeked over the fence, jaws dropping.

“You mean... he’s NICE?” Smalls whispered.

They all climbed over. One by one, the Beast greeted them with wagging tail and goofy dog grins.

They played catch. They wrestled. They laughed. Turns out, the “Beast” was just a lonely pup who wanted friends.