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On days we didn't have school, Peppy and I were free. Actually Peppy was always free because he didn't have school responsibilities. He didn't spell ‘dog' frontwards during class and backwards (with a capitol G) at recess like me. Actually I never figured out what Peppy did with his free time. Not counting that one clue, which had to be an expection as it was a side I'd never seen before -- and almost missed when I did see it, because the long skinny tail coming out his mouth was black like his lips. If you call what's around a dog's mouth, lips. That dead mouse could have dropped into his dog dish out of nowhere. Probably the three-legged Tom Cat or a chicken hawk did it, and Peppy gobbled and swallowed without chewing. Some things you can't explain. I'm thankful he didn't choke, which can happen if a dog takes too big a bite of a chicken bone, for example. Usually the drumstick's the problem with that sharp needlestick poking up right beside. All I know is, when Peppy and I were..