The Dog

With his cotage, his collar and with his hatred to everyting which seemed strange, it was a dog. There was no importance of what other animals living in the street eat, it grows as good as the quantity of its masters belongings to protect. It imagines all the protectings as belonged with a warped perception. Anyway it has have to belong something to bark; were not the garden, the hut which it live and its collar belongs it beside its master ?

It bickers with other dogs in the street and pesters everyday, never seeing or knowing them, it barks until its breath exhausted by the impulse of their taking its job from it, didn’t stop without beated.

At nights its long fetters is took out from his freedoms nailed shame, so the Moon was liked so much by the holy dog. It was stupidly rejoicing liberty by swinging its tail every night. Unaware of donated freedom was actually slavery, it couldn’t understand it is the night what chained him in the day.

Such foolish and such miserable, the days of the dog have passed. One day a burglar got in the house which i banished from windows, that night’s morning was the last meeting with the dog. Later, they removed the hut of the wet nosed. They builded a hut which has a bigger treshold as their home, builded for the new DOG.