I am a dog. The world is flickering new since I was adopted by a girl named Ariel. Ariel is honeyed, she gives me scrumptious dog food and sugary treats. When I woke up from my slumber, I saw a fringe in Ariel’s clothes. She picked me up when I whimpered, and I played tug-of-war with the thread. It was embarrassing when the string beat me, and then I was freed into the backyard. The grassy grass was as fresh as herbs, and I saw black mud. “Interesting.” I thought. I washed myself in the mud and smelled something, eggs?