Under the yellow half-moon after midnight, I stood on the warm sea-scented beach to guard the girl scouts. In front of me, it was long dark and gray sea. The strong salty and cold wind blew and struck my face. The branches swung and rub against each other through the wind. I enjoyed the atmosphere around me. Suddenly, a rustle came at the dry leaves under the tree behind me. I turn toward immediately. There was a big fierce dog gazing and coming. I run away to the camp and wheezed harshly in my tent. I did not know what kind of guard I was?
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