The Little Puppy
There was a fluffy puppy playing so lively with a little round fruit at the roadside. Every time it jumped, preyed on its plaything or running around it. It was as though seeing a naughty half naked little street boy who knows how to enjoy himself.
When little girl lured, tempted, caught him and held it in her arms, it wriggled, wrestled to free himself, wagging its tail and ran happily, excitedly around her, as though to say that it doesn’t deserve to be fondled, granted such a love, an honor from her.
What will come of this little nobody’s puppy on the street I thought. But I didn’t allow little girl to take him home, as she would leave the care of it to others.
Days thereafter, we looked for him, but we didn’t see him, and he stayed away until one day someone told us that he was killed in a car accident.
Then we missed him.
1975
There was a fluffy puppy playing so lively with a little round fruit at the roadside. Every time it jumped, preyed on its plaything or running around it. It was as though seeing a naughty half naked little street boy who knows how to enjoy himself.
When little girl lured, tempted, caught him and held it in her arms, it wriggled, wrestled to free himself, wagging its tail and ran happily, excitedly around her, as though to say that it doesn’t deserve to be fondled, granted such a love, an honor from her.
What will come of this little nobody’s puppy on the street I thought. But I didn’t allow little girl to take him home, as she would leave the care of it to others.
Days thereafter, we looked for him, but we didn’t see him, and he stayed away until one day someone told us that he was killed in a car accident.
Then we missed him.
1975
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