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Description
In the heart of a forgotten land,
Where the whispers of the wind are hushed,
Lies an abandoned farm, lost to time,
And a creature, born of darkness, who thrives.

Buddy Colton, a name whispered in fear,
A massive, monstrous, mutated form,
A border collie, once gentle and kind,
Transformed by a chemical storm.

Thirty years have passed since that fateful spill,
When the cornfields soaked up toxic rain,
And in the shadows, he gained sentience,
A mind awakened, a dormant soul untamed.

Within the boundaries of his twisted domain,
He guards his home with a vengeance untold,
For the humans who once lived there are gone,
Their presence now mere echoes in the cold.

With muscles like mountains, strength unmatched,
Buddy Colton weaves his traps with care,
Farm tools become weapons, his gruesome art,
To ensnare those who dare to trespass there.

In the moonlit nights, his eyes gleam bright,
As he stalks his prey with a predator's grace,
His monstrous form hides a twisted mind,
A hunter born, a master of this desolate place.

Scarecrows, once guardians of the crops,
Now dangle lifeless, their souls long gone,
In rows of endless fields, they silently sway,
A chilling reminder of the terror spawned.

Beware, all who wander near his domain,
For Buddy Colton has no mercy to spare,
His growls echo through the overgrown fields,
A warning, a promise, a nightmare to bear.

But amidst the chaos and the terrors he brings,
A mournful howl whispers of what once was,
A loyal creature, transformed and betrayed,
Seeking solace in a world that has lost its cause.

So remember, when you venture near that forsaken farm,
The legend of Buddy Colton, a tale of woe,
A massive, monstrous, mutated border collie,
Whose pain and rage forever continue to grow.

Description
In the heart of a forgotten land,
Where the whispers of the wind are hushed,
Lies an abandoned farm, lost to time,
And a creature, born of darkness, who thrives.

Buddy Colton, a name whispered in fear,
A massive, monstrous, mutated form,
A border collie, once gentle and kind,
Transformed by a chemical storm.

Thirty years have passed since that fateful spill,
When the cornfields soaked up toxic rain,
And in the shadows, he gained sentience,
A mind awakened, a dormant soul untamed.

Within the boundaries of his twisted domain,
He guards his home with a vengeance untold,
For the humans who once lived there are gone,
Their presence now mere echoes in the cold.

With muscles like mountains, strength unmatched,
Buddy Colton weaves his traps with care,
Farm tools become weapons, his gruesome art,
To ensnare those who dare to trespass there.

In the moonlit nights, his eyes gleam bright,
As he stalks his prey with a predator's grace,
His monstrous form hides a twisted mind,
A hunter born, a master of this desolate place.

Scarecrows, once guardians of the crops,
Now dangle lifeless, their souls long gone,
In rows of endless fields, they silently sway,
A chilling reminder of the terror spawned.

Beware, all who wander near his domain,
For Buddy Colton has no mercy to spare,
His growls echo through the overgrown fields,
A warning, a promise, a nightmare to bear.

But amidst the chaos and the terrors he brings,
A mournful howl whispers of what once was,
A loyal creature, transformed and betrayed,
Seeking solace in a world that has lost its cause.

So remember, when you venture near that forsaken farm,
The legend of Buddy Colton, a tale of woe,
A massive, monstrous, mutated border collie,
Whose pain and rage forever continue to grow.