urrururur

Updated: July 5, 2025

Often the three children had heard Father say "He ought to be shot." And there he was running straight towards them, and little Wienerwurst had jumped over the tailboard and out of the wagon, and was trotting alongside. "Urrururur," growled Prowler. He had almost reached the gate. He was long and big, and really looked more like a savage animal than a dog.

Robert Gordon Anderson - Seven O'Clock Stories