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One summer an old, yellow dog came to stay with us. My little brother, Arliss, and I called him Old Yeller. We called him that because he yelped all the time and because he was yellow, or golden. He was a mangy mutt but he was intelligent, The first thing he did on our farm was steal our meat, and was extremely sneaky about it.

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However, I did not want another dog, I wanted a horse. They have always been so magnificent to me, and I wanted one so much that I would have done anything. Arliss claimed he wanted another dog, and he was just five, so mother let him have the dog. It was just me, Travis, my little brother Arliss, and my mother. My father had went to sell some cattle in Abilene, and we had been left behind to help mother out.
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I called my father Papa. Papa had left me to take care of the family while he did business selling the cattle in Abilene and made the weary, miserable, long way back home. Papa said since I was fourteen, I was old enough to be a man. I finally saw that Old Yeller would be a help around the farm and started to like his company.
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Old Yeller helped my bother catch all kinds of critters and he even helped save his life once. Arliss was trying to catch a bear cub and made its dangerous, and super territorial mother very angry. Old Yeller, the brave mutt he is, fought the ferocious mother bear off Arliss, even though he got injured.

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After Arliss was almost killed by the mighty black bear, I realized a little brother was not so bad to have around. I took him and Old Yeller hunting with me. They made lots of noise and scared off all the animals. I even missed a good shot at a turkey and only wounded it. However, Old Yeller chased it down and we had it for dinner.

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One day after chores, a man from a town, named Bud Searcy, came to visit at the farm. I did not like him much, he seemed slightly awkward. I did like his daughter who was eleven and had white hair and big brown eyes. Her name was Lisbeth and she had come with her strange grandfather to visit us.
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Well, Mr. Searcy liked to tell stories and he told us all about what was going on in town. He also told us about Jed Simpson's boy, Rosal, getting attacked by a fox right in the open day when he was hunting. Now, we all knew that a fox would not do that in its right mind, so Mr. Searcy suggested that it might have had a case of hydrophobia.

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Hydrophobia was what people called it when animals got sick and started slobbering and foaming at the mouth. He said people could catch it too. An uncle of his had been bitten by a mad, sick dog and died an awful, torturing death from it.
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During the visit, Lisbeth told me that Old Yeller had been stealing meat and eggs from her grandpa. We wondered why he did not eat much around our farm. We all had to keep that a secret or Old Yeller would get shot by some of the other town people for stealing their precious food. We had to keep him inside at night.
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About the time we figured out to keep him inside, we started having trouble with raccoon's in our cornfield. Old Yeller and me would have to sleep in the field all night to keep the raccoon's from eating the corn. I would try to shoot them and he would chase and fight them.


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Old Yeller and I had a time with the raccoon's, skunks, and cows. He had become my best friend and one of the best dogs I had ever had. You could not even imagine when a man came to our farm and said, "Old Yeller belongs to me."

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His name was Burn Sanderson. He rode out to our farm and told us that he had lost one of his herding dogs. He said, "Mr. Searcy told me he thinks you all have been taking care of one of my lost dogs." We called him "Old Yeller" and he was sure enough Mr. Sanderson's dog. He knew how much us boys loved the dog and said we could keep him if our mother would cook him a good meal.
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Created & published on StoryJumper™ ©2025 StoryJumper, Inc.
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One summer an old, yellow dog came to stay with us. My little brother, Arliss, and I called him Old Yeller. We called him that because he yelped all the time and because he was yellow, or golden. He was a mangy mutt but he was intelligent, The first thing he did on our farm was steal our meat, and was extremely sneaky about it.

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However, I did not want another dog, I wanted a horse. They have always been so magnificent to me, and I wanted one so much that I would have done anything. Arliss claimed he wanted another dog, and he was just five, so mother let him have the dog. It was just me, Travis, my little brother Arliss, and my mother. My father had went to sell some cattle in Abilene, and we had been left behind to help mother out.
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I called my father Papa. Papa had left me to take care of the family while he did business selling the cattle in Abilene and made the weary, miserable, long way back home. Papa said since I was fourteen, I was old enough to be a man. I finally saw that Old Yeller would be a help around the farm and started to like his company.
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"Old Yeller"
A boy named Travis recounts the summer he spent with a yellow dog named Old Yeller, who becomes his best friend and saves his family from various dangers.
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