You are barely able to see, due to the fur in your eyes. You are able to see well enough to know that you are a shaggy old english sheepdog. Mom comes into the room and begins to pet you, and you pant with content.
"Jason, I'm sorry this happened. Well, I can't really call you Jason anymore. How about Wilby? You like that name?"
You think the name is funny and you bark in agreement. Mom just smiles and starts jokingly treating you like a dog.
"You're such a good boy Wilby, Yes you are."
You lick your Mom's face, and she starts laughing. As you two exit the room...
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