2003-03-24 1:30 pm

The Transformed Old People

I've never met the owners of the house with the big glass window at the front. But they might be the two dogs that stand up and stare at me whenever I approach. They put their front paws on the window and bow-wow. Then, when I retreat, they spring up and down like jack-in-the-boxes, to keep me in view as long as possible.

I think maybe they used to be an old man and a lady, but someone went and put a spell on them. Now they are waiting for me to do something to them, like bring them each a slice of apple crumble. Then the curse will be lifted.

But I am not entirely convinced, so I just laugh at them. They are so funny, standing there like people, with their shaggy hair, bow-wowwing at me through the glass.

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