When I got home from work the other day, when I had just come to the building and kicked a little dog, and I felt so rare, I hadn't seen that little dog for a long time, and I liked it, a black-eyed eyebag, like a hurricane, and it looked so cute, but I didn't see it until I got closer to it, and I wasn't allowed anyone to come near it, and it would continue to sound like a sour sound, and it would make me so much of a milk.
And then I think about what kind of people it was, and that's why it was so scared of being close to people, and I saw it with a heart to help it, but it looked like it wasn't even a chance to help me, and I was lost, but it was so cold, and the bastard was so pathetic, because I couldn't help but throw it away, and the little guy was so afraid to lift his head, and the fear was so painful.
It's because I'm a road man and he's afraid that I'm going to get close to it, so I'm going home to bring him some dog food, and since I've got a dog in my house, and I've given it something, the little guy's got a lot of intimate contact with me, and it's really nice and simple, and then I'm going home with it, so that the dog in my house has a friend, or I have a day off, and the dog is lonely, so that he can have a home.
Then how could I not do the perfect thing, so I put it in the house, and it was a bit of cowardice at first, but then the little guy started to pull up the whole thing and used me as his only help, and when the little dog in the house saw me carrying it, he was jealous, and I was so happy to see his face, that I was so happy, I was so relieved, but then he took it with me, and then they started to go out in peace.