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A friend

It’s a warm summer day I am playing in the field catching butterflies. I am jumping higher and higher, but that is no good! The butterflies flutter from flower to flower and chuckle, because they turn out to be much faster than me. I start dreaming…

I wish I were a butterfly,

That flutters in the air,

And dances in the field

On flowers here and there.

I wish I flew up high,

And soaring touched the sun!

Why do I have no wings?

It would be great fun!

The pollen from the disturbed flowers is in the air everywhere and I start sneezing. Suddenly my nose touches another one. It is black like mine but a bit bigger. After the nose, there appears a black head with pointed ears and a goatee, black front legs, a black body, black hind legs and a short tail, also black. ‘Buds and flowers! A dog!’

I realize.

He smiles and says, ‘Bless you!’ I am a bit scared and don’t answer. I have never seen a dog so close before. Father has warned me not to approach dogs, especially when they bare their teeth.

My new friend looks friendly, his front lowered, tail up, and a broad smile on his face! I am so happy to have company! We play tag, roll in the grass and jump over stones. When we stop to drink from a stream I say, ‘I’m Freddy, by the way. And you?’

‘Rufus! Rufus! Where are you?’ ‘Get over here!’

‘Sorry, must run now! My masters are calling me!’ my new acquaintance says. ‘You might come to visit me one day. I live there, in the village.’ I nod and he runs away. This is how our friendship has begun.