the pond was deep. the farmer said he had never found the bottom of it. spring fed as they say. the dogs ran around the bank, back and forth, barking and whining. the lead dog pawed the dirt and stepped in and out of the edge water. 'you reckon he's down there' the farmer asked? the dogs seemed to think so. we drug the pond but couldn't find the bottom. they drove away with those dogs barking and whining. 'guess we will never know' I say to the farmer. 'not unless the spring runs dry' he says. not unless the spring runs dry I thought back.
