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The aroma of meat wafts from every home. Fortune Treasure sits waiting for a long, long time, but its owner st…

The aroma of meat wafts from every home. Fortune Treasure sits waiting for a long, long time, but its owner still doesn't return. Fortune Treasure often feels that when his owner is home, the day passes quickly. A few games of fetch, and the sun moves from east to west. But now, with his owner gone, Fortune Treasure just crouches by the door, staring blankly. He doesn't know how long it has been before the sky darkens. There is plenty of food left, but Fortune Treasure feels he cannot wait any longer. It grows colder each day. What if his owner freezes out there? Timid as he is, he steps out the door. He follows his owner's scent through busy streets and quiet paths. He fights stray dogs for food. He drinks dirty water he has never tasted before. Someone tries to adopt him with fragrant meat, but Fortune Treasure snatches it and runs. Finally, his owner's scent grows stronger. Fortune Treasure bounds forward, barking wildly, and appears before him. Seeing his owner's joy and surprise, he whines pitifully. Fortune Treasure knows that he is not a dog without a home.

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