"Yes, he is rather," said the newcomer, "but he's a great
fighter."
"Is he now? I bet he isn't as good a fighter as my Fang here."
"All right - how much do you wanna bet?"
"Ten dollars."
"You're on."
So the two men let their dogs fight. Eventually the Labrador
crawled, battered and bloody, to his master's side.
"I'd never thought I'd see Fang get defeated," said the loser's
master, handing over the ten dollars, "especially by such an
odd-looking one like yours."
"Yes, he does look a little peculiar," agreed the winner's
master. "But he looked even odder before I shaved his mane
off . . . "
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