Four hours passed with nothing more although she tried her best, So intervention by the vet was needed for the rest. Once again she calmly stood and bore examination, But furrowed brow and thoughtful stance confirmed his consternation, Tucked up high and blocking all he felt a massive pup And now we needed expertise and genius and luck, Ninety minutes later after brute manipulation, Out emerged a bloody mess and monstrous aberration, It seemed that in the eerie quiet and silence of us all, That time stood still to let our brains compute with what we saw.


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