SENTENEL MUTE Barking dogs in frigid night tied stupidly out of shelter, forgotten by owners, ignored by neighbors, answered only by other dogs who share their troubles and howl to disapprove. QUIET! SHUT UP! and humans again are serenely unaware - all but one, who listens and wonders, staring out icy windows at gusty, moaning skies and dares not move.

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