One day, when Mr. Curtis was out, Skip decided to go exploring. After looking around for a while, he noticed a door left ajar, and decided to take a look inside...

...What Skip found inside was horrifying. He saw row after row of stuffed animal, from tigers to snakes. Then it dawned on the poor dog. Mr. Curtis was a Taxidurmist. Killing and stuffing animals for a living. And this must be his collection.

Skip wandered down the rows, staring into the blank faces of the poor, lost souls. Then, Skip came to a stop at a blank space beside the goldfish in a bowl. The sign below read: Dog. That was the last straw. Skip ran out of the room, only to find Mr. Curtis standing there.

"You alright pal?" He asked politely, smiling.

Skip whined and ran out of the front door, scared stiff. From now on, if there was anyone he feared for all of eternity, it would be Mr. Curtis.

Skip ran down the street...

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