Sneaking out of her house, Lily tiptoed through the warm summer night, out of her driveway, and into the neighbours. Quietly, she snuck up behind their terrier, asleep on its bed. Rapidly, Lily threw her hands around it and held its mouth shut. It jumped up in fright but was unable to escape or bark in her embrace. She looked down at its collar; tattered, dirty, and worn, and smiled to herself. She quickly tore it off and, letting go of the terrier, quickly snuck off and back home. By the time the owners were awoken by the barking, she was already back in her room.
Lily looked down at the dirty collar, satisfied. Turning it over, she looked at the name written on it in silver studs.
‘Coco’
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