Where the hell did that dog go? He had spent precious time to get those fishes for a wrong dog. He walked closer to snatch the other half of the fish which was not eaten. He only wanted the save the other half for the lunch. Another dog had appeared from no where to save it's kind.
The other dog barked at him. It sneered as he tried to snatch the fish from the dog's mouth. This dog looked familiar. It had a scar and the eyes had the same aggression that he had seen yesterday. This was the one. His hopes was not going to waste.
With renewed energy, he grabbed the collar of the dog with the scar. It's friend wasn't brave enough to save it. It ran away with it's catch. It didn't turn back to see if it was fine. The dog with the scar whimpered out in disappointment. If and only if it hadn't been so generous to it's friend, it wouldn't have been in this situation.
To Prasun, the dog was just a resource to help him in his endeavor. He was happy and offered the dog an additional piece of fish. The dog didn't have until the hunger conquered it's anger. It gobbled the piece.
The clouds looked clear. The sun shined brightly. Everything seemed sugary coated until Ramlal (his neighbour) showed off his dog's talent and boasted how his dog would get selected to be the guardian of the village. Ramlal was confident that his dog was the best and knew all the tricks well.
Unfortunately Prasun had no idea what his dog was good at. It was a stray dog unlike Ramlal's trained dog. The only thing the dog stood out was his barking skills. But all the dogs barked. How was he going to teach tricks to the dog when he had only seven days before the trainer from the US arrived.
(To be continued)
The other dog barked at him. It sneered as he tried to snatch the fish from the dog's mouth. This dog looked familiar. It had a scar and the eyes had the same aggression that he had seen yesterday. This was the one. His hopes was not going to waste.
With renewed energy, he grabbed the collar of the dog with the scar. It's friend wasn't brave enough to save it. It ran away with it's catch. It didn't turn back to see if it was fine. The dog with the scar whimpered out in disappointment. If and only if it hadn't been so generous to it's friend, it wouldn't have been in this situation.
To Prasun, the dog was just a resource to help him in his endeavor. He was happy and offered the dog an additional piece of fish. The dog didn't have until the hunger conquered it's anger. It gobbled the piece.
The clouds looked clear. The sun shined brightly. Everything seemed sugary coated until Ramlal (his neighbour) showed off his dog's talent and boasted how his dog would get selected to be the guardian of the village. Ramlal was confident that his dog was the best and knew all the tricks well.
Unfortunately Prasun had no idea what his dog was good at. It was a stray dog unlike Ramlal's trained dog. The only thing the dog stood out was his barking skills. But all the dogs barked. How was he going to teach tricks to the dog when he had only seven days before the trainer from the US arrived.
(To be continued)
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