In the blizzard there was sleigh
Which was searching for its way.
It had lost its safety track
All around was cold and black.

The human maintained its speed
By whipping hard the doggy breed
Cause in the storm he froze in fear
He hoped his saviours are near.

But all the dogs pulled aside
Cause from the wip they tryed to hide.
The human from exhaustion dropped
And the cruel whipping stopped.

Dogs and man slept in the storm
Back by back to keep them warm.
Till the morning they survived
All of them were still alive.

Sometimes it is a wise decision
To abandon all division.  

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