“Windy outside,” they said.
Sweet dog gazed eagerly through glass. Outside the window was where he wanted to be.
“Windy outside,” but it wasn’t the wind. Claws and eyes and stripes and a tail hid in that tree, pushing branches aside and taunting him.
“Someone let the dog out.”
So they set him free. Then wild and fast he chased that stranger from the tree, dried leaves crinkling to dust beneath paws, dried dust flying up in the air.
“Someone let the dog back in.”
Nobody knew. Nobody but him. But he’d saved the house again.