Not at Tanagra
Feb. 4th, 2016 12:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnAs I am coming home from the morning walk, next-door-but-one's collie cross is sitting at the top of their steps. He rolls a tennis ball down the steps towards me and the lurchers, and then crouches and peers hopefully at us over the step.
Next-door-but-one's dog : Greetings! I present to you one of my most treasured possessions. Shall we be friends?
Sighthounds : THE ALIEN IS FIRING ON US! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!
The ball rolls past us and away down the hill.
Next-door-but-one's dog : Greetings! I present to you one of my most treasured possessions. Shall we be friends?
Sighthounds : THE ALIEN IS FIRING ON US! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!
The ball rolls past us and away down the hill.
