The mangy dog barked furiously at 5pm yesterday.
Tried to appease it but couldn't find any bone. Ran out of bones.
I thought I could get one at 6:30pm so i told the dog to be patient.
It didn't heed any of my advise.
6:30 came without any bones. Too bad.
I found out that the bones will come in by 7:15 or so.
"A tiny brain expects invulnerability" is like one who lives on the iceberg and doesn't know 99% of the mass is under his feet. So his prima donna attitude continues to feed the ugly and fat monster - its becoming fatter and uglier by the minute.
Live goes on.
Finally bone arrives 8:15pm. The spoilt brat seems appeased ... for a while.
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