Forte canis quondam nullis latratibus horrens nec patulis primum rictibus ora trahens, mollia sed pavidae submittens verbera caudae, concitus audaci vulnera dente dabat.
It happened once there was a dog with no gruff bark, that did not open its mouth in a wide gape as a first sign of mischief, but put its soft-wagging tail in fear beneath it, and then would fly into a fury and snap recklessly with its teeth.
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