A long time ago there was a small mutt who lived on a farm. It was nice there. There weren't any other dogs, but all the other farm animals were as good as family. Father and Mother Rattingham and their son, and Sister Mare, were among some of his closer "family".
But there were things he couldn't understand.
"Don't run so with your tongue out. It is unsightly." the mare huffed, turning up her nose, "The rainfall is not clean anyhow and the mud a mess. That being said, you shouldn't be jumping in puddles!"
The mutt cocked his head but ran with his mouth closed, tongue withdrawn.
