Poor Butterfly
“He was well fed and having a good time. We were pals. The streets were alive now and the morning was showing signs of getting hot. I turned a corner, moving away from downtown.
Three kids were throwing a football around on the street. An old man with no teeth and wearing a hat with a wide brim used his cane to make his baggy-pantsed way down the sidewalk, and a fat woman with a pretty face leaned out of a second-story window to call down to a thin man who looked up at her, sweat forming und...er the arms of his tan suit.
I put my head down and pedaled. I went slowly so Miguelito could keep up, but he wasn’t used to this sort of thing. After two blocks he stopped suddenly. Just stopped and sat down. I had a choice of holding on to the leash and taking a fall or letting him go and risk having to chase him around the neighborhood.
I let go of the leash. Miguelito didn’t run. He sat panting on the curb. I coaxed, pleaded, threatened, but Miguelito had had enough.MoreLess
Three kids were throwing a football around on the street. An old man with no teeth and wearing a hat with a wide brim used his cane to make his baggy-pantsed way down the sidewalk, and a fat woman with a pretty face leaned out of a second-story window to call down to a thin man who looked up at her, sweat forming und...er the arms of his tan suit.
I put my head down and pedaled. I went slowly so Miguelito could keep up, but he wasn’t used to this sort of thing. After two blocks he stopped suddenly. Just stopped and sat down. I had a choice of holding on to the leash and taking a fall or letting him go and risk having to chase him around the neighborhood.
I let go of the leash. Miguelito didn’t run. He sat panting on the curb. I coaxed, pleaded, threatened, but Miguelito had had enough.MoreLess
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