emmett
The dense fog shifted over the calm green landscape below. I looked around, trying to see if anyone was coming, but I couldn't see a thing. My dog barked next to me, and the sound did not echo. It was an eerie feeling, being so lost in the fog and mystery.
Life was my playground. Since Mom and Dad died, I've only had Abu to keep my company and roam the Agrabah streets hunting for food. Playing all day in those streets was a blast, too.
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