Some new Talls came one day. They brought someone like me. While you and your packs discussed lofty things, she and I sat and stared at each other.
She twittered, a funny sound. She couldn't stop moving, always looking, always watching the Talls and getting excited. I marveled at her.
"Strange creatures, aren't they?" she said.
But I didn't know what to say.
They certainly were, but a creature isn't so strange if you love it.
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All Light That Does Not Waver: A Dog's Story
General FictionIt is our best friends that are fated to watch us flare, like suns, and fade.