The Privileged Life
The two of them sprinted toward the piece of stale bread that the lady threw in the garbage.
What had looked like a big piece from far turned out to be just a mouthful.
“Not again. You always reach first,” whined the brown-furred dog.
As the two went past a big gate, they saw the mastiff being fed with meat and biscuits.
“That’s the life, my friend. Not this one, with nothing but misery,” lamented the brown-furred dog.
“Ah, but this life, it is a privilege. Do you not see it?” asked his companion, the black stray.
When the brown-furred dog didn’t reply, he growled importantly.
“This trouble is but payment, for a life of freedom and adventure. Unlike that one, who’s kept in a kennel most of the day.”
And the two of them trotted down the road to find a nice car to sleep under.
(© 27th May 2015)