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By Melinda Arneson
Rappahannock News Writer
His name is Lucky, a commonenough name for a common-enough boy. Except this boy is not so common.
Lucky was born on a day in March in a cold South Dakota winter. He remembers little of his early days, except that he had to fend for himself since his family just didn’t seem to care.
One December day, hungry, alone and cold, Lucky found himself wandering in a little prairie town covered with ice from a morning storm. In his head he felt dazed. His leg and tail hurt a lot, both were very bloody, and one foot was smashed flat and numb - if it hadn’t been for the ice he could have leaped back from the car that hit him.
Lucky looked hopefully at the people scurrying by, eager for a lift out of the cold, but no one even glanced back at him.
Then, suddenly, this lady was calling him. Calling him!
She kneeled down as he approached, gazing first into his eyes, and then at his injuries. Before he even knew what was happening, she slipped her little rope leash (she always carried it for emergencies) around his neck and whisked him away to a really nice man, who hugged him, too. Soon he was fed, and in a warm place where his injuries were bandaged and his stomach filled.
All this was too good to be true! But there was even more to come!
The next day, he was put on a huge, weird car that had wings. It actually seemed to fly like a bird, and
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