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One day, an uncle came to greet us, you know those uncles that are not related through any
bloodline but were just old enough to be uncles and were constantly in our house on Sundays because of the free lunch (no offense but its true!).
Anyway, our family dog liked this uncle because he knew how to scratch his ears and ruffle his fur. Bingo used to love to sit by this uncle's side, while he performed his magic, and this particular day was not different.
We were all in the living room watching TV when a sudden odious smell spread round. We children escaped to the balcony one by one, and breathed fresh air, but Mother would not leave the room, because of the guest. Five minutes later we returned and settled down, but we had to run out again after ten minutes because a fresh wave of the smell circulated round.
When it happened the third time, Mother shouted, "Leave now before the smell kills you!", and the man proceeded to stand.
Mother quickly added, "Not you, I am talking to Bingo."

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