Mighty Pup
His mom was never able to conceal his excitement to explore. Run here, dig there. Do everything every other pup does.
“Why is that dog thin?”
“Who is that man talking to?”
“Why is this road black?”
“Why is that kid digging in sand like me?”
“Why am I not human?”
“Where does this road go?”
There was never a small or a big question. He was a questionnaire whole day everyday.
Why stop there? He wanted to do everything every other being is doing around him. Ride a bike. Yell at a car. Throw stones back at people. Run. Hide. Howl late in the night.
His group of friends are mostly elder than him, cause pups were never able to either get permission to play with him or his games were too scary for small minds. Group of five. (There should be six. But that coward seems to have left to a different group on the other road).
One late evening, a guy was running as the pup sat in the middle of the road. “Well, he’s anyways running on the side of the road. Why should I be moving if I’m not on the way,” the pup thinks. That runner didn’t bother too, but intrigue took over. He stopped, turned back to see the pup. Not a muscle moved since when he sat there. Pup looked back at him.
“Why is he looking at me? Looks like a brawl. I’m always ready for one. No wait, he’s smiling. Who smiles before a brawl? I will show him my mightiest muscles so that he gets scared. Why did he bring that white slab in front of his face? Guess he’s scared to see me buffed up. Now he’s smiling looking at the slab. Should I just run to him and grab that slab with my well trained jaw. Well, I won’t lose my stance. Let him feel the power of my stare. Seems like he got scared and ran away”
“Wait. Before he ran, he said something. Well, I was preparing war strategies while he said it. What did he say? I only heard the word Mighty”
“Anyways, I’ll go back to my quest of becoming the best dog on this road. Let the gang on the next road get scared of my roar once I get it”
