A huge St. Bernard named Cujo was very kind to others. Even if they sometimes put not very pleasant-smelling legs on it. So what? All the same, people are very good and sometimes even scratched his neck. Oh, how sometimes it itched incredibly! So wasn't it worth riding on the back of little host Brett Camber for the sake of it. Or guarding his father's workshop, Jo.Cujo, has been chasing the hare for a good five minutes. The tailed gray ass loomed so temptingly in front of the St. Bernard that, despite the average degree of satiety, he did not want to lose in the competition and wanted to catch up with the oblique at all costs. Here it is! A couple more jumps and... Damn! The hare jumped into a previously unnoticed cave hole for some reason. Cujo dived after him without stopping and got stuck. And it lived in the cave. Many bones were randomly lying at the bottom of the hole. Strange smell, Cujo sneezed. Nnado to get out of sssyudaa. Cujo turned backwards. And then IT bit the dog right in the nose. Tears sprayed from my eyes. From afar, the painfully familiar rang out: "Kuuujoo! Go home".