Every problem has series of solution. Either it was hard to execute them or too simple to consider them as ideas. Prasun knew this was difficult. This dog was a stray one. It was impossible to find one. Such dogs would never stay in one place. They wander for food. If it did find easy prey, then it wouldn't leave that place.
Yes! Easy prey! He rushed to the lake and dove into it. He searched for the fish. The fish was lucky today. It was going to be bait instead of prey. Within an hour, he found two pond fish. It was tiny for a dog's appetite. Anyway, he didn't care about the dog. He just wanted the dog to fall into his trap.
This was getting impossible than stealing. The dog hadn't arrived yet. Maybe he should have tried next day morning. He placed the fish on the ground. He sat, idling over the random thoughts that would remain fantasy.
He hadn't noticed the time. He was used to spending hours staring at the lake. The calmness and stillness of the water, the ducks swimming with their ducklings on the pond, the trees swaying with the wind and glimmering rays of sun on the pond amazed him. The beauty of nature always charmed him.
As he admired the beauty, he stretched his hands towards the place where he had kept the fish. He couldn't feel the fish. He looked at the place where he kept the fish. He saw the dog had the fishes in his mouth. It was staring at him with fear. It growled to show him that it wasn't scared of it.
Prasun smiled widely at the dog. The dog was confused. He walked toward the dog. Unfortunately he felt this was not the dog. There was something familiar about the dog he had seen in the morning. The scar. This dog didn't have the scar.
(To be continued)
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