You look around were you were dropped and see your in a hole in the ground. Then you see a pile of dirt next to the Saint Bernard. It hits you the Saint Bernard just dug this hole, to bury a object, just like he would bury a bone. "Please don't do this," you beg but the Saint Bernard, either does not here you, our understand you. The last thing you see in your life is the Saint Bernard putting the dirt into the hole, before you die.
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