Goodbye!
wrapping around it
that it should be by now
naturally another joke
yesterday's failed. Let's look
one more time

crawl

off to the garden
and peaking through the window to
see the Little
Pieces

resignation "It's working"
we can be the entire day

We had eaten to the bone what was the good meat
and were wondering what to do with the leftovers
we had left
the bad pieces; bottles of bad

We
did not want to take the forest
home, no one wants to
"we were happy to be
left sticking to ourselves"
we saw

a mouth of regret
and a willing eye
"Oh!" was all he said
Oh how agreeable you are
going
"I do not know" in the most agreeable
way
we go
we do
than do

while the excitement in his voice
was trying to find
what it already possessed. Now we
have it it lies
in love does it not repeat itself?

Otherness
Ratherness over Otherness
we do really believe in
the thought of it

Isn't that wherein you live?

take down"
the news
tireless
After the fiasco

that could not go wrong.
"And what is infuriating in reds is that -
thought that the others ate
everything that we built around ourselves
and above all
the Help and - and - it would
not be so dark

buffering over face
"Let's go"
take down"
those opportunities
take down" took him down in the street
near his own house - a punishment on
his face fearing pale conversations
nearing him and
expectations

a little pale thing
beside him

"To be honest", shamelessly
we were those things that disappear
we were wondering

thrill against him He was a
dog with a wide heart.
The enchantment
as good as
gone

surrounded by fit tantrum scene even conniption
understood

when they were at the end of the road
sitting still

"there is
nothing now that I want. I am becoming ill
I do not understand why

"But why The
difficulty about you is that you suffer of an excess
of
small pieces
At least you are keeping yourself busy
your energy-a little
pale thing fearing "Me! On my
Own!"

but still

"You stole him. Of course you have him
otherwise in your garden
never stolen, how I go

I have I say
my own
chain. What I would like to know is
how come

"Filthy dog, yes yes! and you loved to
steal

"I think you never owned a dog."

I will leave you
my dog

a rancid filthy one
"Liar!
Thief!
a thief!
and a liar!"

they turned
helplessly, startled
collar
the Owner screamed

"Don't you think so?" he refused to
let go of his griefs

now i understand the multiplicity of people
from now on i am all so present
for distraction
fighting another
"That is the real one" Red Screams
Red Bursts and all the others
excited politeness. This must be the real one. They
all somehow recognised him

"we must condemn Red
we borrowed and re-
turned. We cannot leave him in the forest

"Come"
on his handkerchief
accompanied by
turns on a road to

Defence no longer
people-less. both looked
angry. both pointed their little finger frust-
rated

to their accomplishments with attention
The one man, found
the other guilty. The other
had a hand and blamed
his Visitor.

a simple explanation: i am his friend
i can feel it

helpless

not my fault should he be the wrong one. up to
the Owner to find the right one
I have had enough of today
once again

the branches on the ground and
the ruins of the excited One
tried to fix him
"It will never work," Red said in Melancholy
lost it

a
little bit of understanding: Run With The Dogs!
cavalier. "competitively being
Ridiculous

this attack
his defence
Would you?

too much understanding. That is it.
too much intelligence. That is it.
Intelligence; all dogs are stupid. They Have
to be stupid go after the Mechanical
instead of the real

he: another employment

at that moment skipping in
between the Trees. grabbed
and tied the collar.
full of disgust.

why all on him
what he said
impatient. They got out of the forest,
a road home
Red being a dog, in doubt

be careful be open
got inside tied again to the
chain
Red in silence

"Where are we going?"

"Back to the woods, I left the ruins
there. I bet I can
fix him

it was
only because he did not understand:
the Optimism knows no limits.

slowly, in thought, was Red "it is
the wrong dog
he is the wrong dog impatient
not the same one
he was before

was not entirely Red anymore
was not
entirely. Do you know

they're probably still somewhere in the forest
the Red one discovering
vengeance; the forest from beginning till the end and
even the roads
no trace but then
up above in the
window stood He, his face and his lips
he was licking suggestively
saw and ran

"as if it
wasn't enough the hundreds of hours"

there was no trace but
He had succeeded
standing completely outside and very

"why you wanted
me" bitterly, "i have figured you out. i am
completely something-someone
visible"
then they called him the last disaster changed into
a Constellation
upset: imagine. did i
overextend for Him-

"let us go home" i have
beauty

"there the dog is" Red coming into being suddenly; that
better back

become a show
it is all your
memory.
"it was véry good,
not me" that those two hands
understand!
"he ran away" angry and red. "they are
after him to carry your burden. i believe you must know nothing

nothing at all" protecting
herself with fire. "dumb to all bet on the same
man. it's only logical there isn't one for them when they need
him" well, in that case
let us go on with those things
slowly
abandoned. there were no
disappearances. instead there lay
a piece of paper:

"I give thanks passionately for a true feast."

poisoned because of it

blood boiling
anger concentrated on a certain
enemy
"Come -shortly -take me"

what do i know just
not like that we just do not seem to know
our burden
your bitter idea

herded and made themselves believe
they were lost anyway
Surely, caught
the mechanical

"i can't help it" i just have
my own burden. not at
all on the same hill, half of it
He -the other half
Her -to hurt the one half with
the other half. I just have Nothing
"if you had promised him to me"

None of them both
won
"he hád, and that is winning"
we want
"you promised"
growing rebellious in the end
ran away, chose that with a
tear on his heels.
looked down on the ruins of his Mechanical still
cheerful
rancid, "it has not been defined"

cleared up the road
aroused further
"get to your places..."
again he blew
released it
went forward about a meter
stopped
they jumped playfully in exactly the Wrong
direction into the forest, without paying attention
A
murmur could be heard. this is not what they
came for...
"let us try again" as official as
possible
they tried again
called back
with their nose
pushed. what was expected
of them and Waggled their tales
-they understood

cleared up the road. again
aroused and blew
but something had gone wrong, now he wasn't functioning properly
at all anymore,
threw it in the air
chewed on it and walked off in opposite
direction
"what do they do at real races?"
in a hurried rendez-vous

"I propose we just- just lend him.
I believe no one is home. We can
put him back before someone comes home."
no answer
cut him loose. in high spirits
brotherly
for them

now they were ready, the feast
was laid down on the reserved place
private

to flow towards
big business
ceremony of the

written. "For it and on the other
hand Against it" like a
running fire
if you go i bet
you won't win they won't give you

All of the participants
a stranger deserves more at first
sight, more respect than someone we've known our
whole lives, and he looked fit
"i believe he is a real one"
with admiration
firm grasp on both participants, tied them up
then he blew with an important face