“That nose is gonna get you into trouble.”
I stood beneath the leaves and stretched my legs. I must have watched the leash trailing off between the dense trees shake and shiver for ten minutes. It would fall slack as the other end drew closer, then tighten suddenly as it snapped back. The green cover blocked my view, but he couldn’t be more than ten feet away.
I yawned and sat down in the warm sunlight. The wind breathed through the flowers growing along the tree line and filled the air with sweet perfume as I closed my eyes and drifted away. I was half-asleep by the time the leash fell to the ground and a loud belch signaled the last of my owner disappearing into the unseen mouth.
My nose is going to get me into trouble? He’s the one who walked off into the trees because some thing cooed like a human baby. Guess he should have practiced what he preached.
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