The Husky Man
The street dogs bark, children cry and run, The time is now six o'clock in the morning, This is the arrival of the rugged husky man , Husky, husky ,the street children are calling .
I am very eager to see the husky guy in love , A beard man in a black jogging suit with hat , He holds a husky using his right -hand glove, The dog is ferocious, very smart and fat.
He crosses the street very slowly and steadily , But the village street dogs make more noise, The children follow the husky man pleasantly, The villagers come out of their home with joy.
To see the husky man and his lovely wolf eagerly This scene reminds the story of the Pied Piper to my my mind. Who is followed by the rats and the children leisurely The incident goes on a week as a furore like a tide..
After a month this event has become a normal one. No children and no dogs come after the husky man. Anyway, I learned a lesson from this deeply spun, Familiarity breeds contempt in our life span.
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