“What the Dogs Know” / Memorable Fancies #150

In the middle of the night a dog howls. Then another, then many others. I and other townspeople are awakened by the din. Gradually, one by one, we begin to howl too, and continue until morning.

“Now I understand my dog,” a friend tells me the next day, “how deeply it has seen into reality without the curse of language.”

I nod my head and wait for the night.

 

 

 

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