“There’s a story they tell about a dog. Barks at a fellow or something. Something happens. The point is . . . “
My friend’s voice trailed off.
“Your point?” I asked.
“What?”
“The point?”
“About what?”
“The dog.”
“Go on,” he said.
“Go on?”
“Yes. Go on. What’s your point about the dog?”
~
“And that’s when I hit him, your honor.”
“Case dismissed.”
~
“I remember,” he said.
“What?”
“Aesop’s fables, sometimes called the Aesopica, that’s Greek, there’s this one, you see, about a dog, or something, barks and all that. Anyway, it’s about its greed or something, or was it the two dogs with the mirror? And the bone falls into the mirror? Does the mirror break?”
He went on like that for about an hour or so. I left to make cookies. He was still going when I got back.
That’s why we had to put him down.
Tale Told 