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“Good Morning, How Are You?”
They’re looking at each other. That’s what amazes me. Is that his foot or somebody else’s? We better not count on it anyway. Don’t know what makes them look at each other that way, it’s a puzzle. To tell you the truth I don’t know what type of dogs they are. They certainly have each other’s attention.
It looks as though they are in the city. The trees are close. I don’t know what to make of their expression. It’s pleasant; on the left especially pleasant. Do they know each other? I wonder.
There’s something different here. They seem to enjoy each other’s company. Maybe there are two owners, two cars. The weather? We don’t see too many shadows. What’s this? I guess that’s just trees.
They seem to enjoy having met. They are not woofing, I don’t think. Looks strange, they are looking at each other as if they knew each other forever.
I don’t know what will happen next. I can’t figure this out.
What are they wearing? You mean the people who are driving or the dogs? There is a little something there, a strange little outfit. Look at all the lights. Electric lights. The two dogs are amusing. They seem to be taken with each other. No, no, the dogs are not the drivers.
Their names? One is smaller than the other. Makes me think one is a lady and one is a man. But they seem very much interested in each other. The one on the right is smaller. That’s strange. I don’t understand any of it.
I can’t tell if the traffic light is red. They are different kinds of dogs. Anyone else around? I don’t see a soul. Is it getting dark? The cars are not the same. I thought two backs of the cars.
They look like they are having such heartfelt conversations. Isn’t that interesting? They’re looking right at each other; talking about each other.
What will happen next? “Let’s race home.” Is someone waiting at home? If even they could have that in mind? They seem to have good feelings toward each other, very interested in each other. Everyone knows each other. They’re interested in each other, not the cars.
The weather? In German we call it schweren. What does schweren mean? It means you can’t tell what it is. I made it up.
The two seem to get along okay. It’s all kind of puzzling to me.
Storyteller: Vernona
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