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Autumn placed the puppy down and cleaned her hands. After wiping her face of the ooey gooey evidence too, she picked up the little fury pumpkin and headed down the trail to the nearest campsite. They hadn’t seen the dog before. Determined, Autumn walked almost every site, and the rangers’ stations, before circling back towards her own. With one last site to check, she wondered if this dog had gotten lost and wandered into the park, smelling all the campsite food. What dog could pass up grilled hotdogs and burgers? None she’d ever met. 

Rounding the tree line into her neighbor’s campsite, she headed toward the blazing fire next to a blue tent. “Hello?” Autumn called out, hoping not to startle whoever the campers were. 

“Hi there?” a deep voice rumbled from behind her.