“Hello, Robert,” crow said.
“Hello crow. Pig went out. This is your rose apple,” Robert said and gave the fruit to the crow. She received it but she didn’t leave; she asked, “Are you the only dog in this house?”
“Now, it is yes.”
“What does it mean?”
“There is another dog,” he pointed to the dog house opposite of his house, “but he is on vacation.”
“Did you see him?”
“No, but I heard his bark. Through his voice, I bet he is bigger and stronger than me.”
The crow didn’t say, just wagged her head.
I heard their conversation.
‘I’m sorry Robert.’ I spoke in my mind. ‘I can’t let anyone know the truth, even you, that I don’t have a dog because it’s my dead point.’
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