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Image description. Our
famous rimmer hero. Picture by
Bard
Judith. |
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nce upon a time,
very long ago, there was a little village nestled by the foothills of the
Southern Rim, called Onved. And in that town there was a family, that bred
hunting dogs.
It happened one day that a pup was born, the smallest of the litter, and what a
sight was he! Short stubby legs, thick heavy head, fluffy white fur and a short
little tail. And they would have killed the runt if not for the pleading of the
youngest daughter of the house, a tender-hearted child of just eight years. Thus
it was that the pup lived, and the girl called him "Scrap".
And it came about that a plague of rats descended on the village, during
harvest-time, when Scrap had reached just three years. They attacked the
granaries and ate the grain. They stole into people’s houses, spoiled food and
savaged helpless babes. But in the house where Scrap dwelt, the rats that crept
in never left, but were found dead on the doorstep every morning. And Scrap’s
mistress saw this and took the dog out, that he might chase away the rats. And
within seven days the valiant Scrap had destroyed all the vermin in the village
and saved the harvest. The villagers rejoiced and sang the praises of the little
dog and offered the family much gold for him. But his mistress would not hear of
it. “Nay," said she, "but we will breed the dog, and you may bespeak a pup." And
she took a live vixen shir from a hunter's trap and bred the two. All the
offspring had both the cunning of their dam and the good nature of their sire,
and they were called "Rimrunners".
And thus came about the Rimrunner Terrier, the bright, gentle and valiant -
hearted little dog that we know today.
This tale is a legend from the town of Onved, on the origins of the Rimrunner Terrier.
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