Dear friends, my name is Wika. I'm older and my face is gray. I lived all my life as a homeless animal in fields, ditches, and holes, and I gave birth to litters of puppies. I often ate carrion or what I hunted, and for some time I lived next to an alcoholic who sometimes threw me something to eat and sometimes chased me with a stick when he was drunk.

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