Pencil poised on pad, the little boy sat beside his dog “Brownie, dad told me to make a list of things I need. What do I need?”
The dog ran and fetched his damaged shoes.
He wrote “New shoes.”
The dog rolled a broken drum.
The dog unearthed a torn ball from a boggling heap.
He held up the list “Is that all Brownie?”
The yapping dog licked his face.
He wiped his face and added the final item “A new talking doggie. My old one is a dumb fool. I get licked every time. I’m sick of it.”