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Before I came to Oz I observed at a small national park outside Glasgow. One night I kept hearing shuffling and rustling noises around me. At one point they seemed to come from near a picnic table and I thought I saw a black shape moving around, much too big for a cat or fox. It disappeared and for a few seconds I thought it had gone, until something touched my hand...
...and I found the park ranger's black labrador licking my fingers and wanting to play!
Morton
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