Winn Dixie
"Otis," I said to him, "come on around back, that's where the party is." "Oh," he said. But he didn't move. He just stood there, holding on to his jar of pickles. "Dog," screeched Gertrude. She flew off of Otis's shoulder and landed on Winn-Dixie's head.
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