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I jumped at the open window, and immediately heard shouts.
"What is that?"
"A dog?"
"Whose dog is it?"
Always an attentive species, we have been conditioned to lift our ears and listen whenever we hear someone speak. I did the same, sitting on the window sill, grasping every words spoken. I imagined that they would help me, and bring back all the money to the bank, and next weekend, I would return to loot them all.
But no, I was woken up from my stupor by the firm hands that held me, and put down on the floor. I looked up, and what I saw were not voices of hope, but angry faces. The Police personnel surrounded me, growling and muttering among themselves, while I, acting as an innocent little chihuahua, sniffed the floor, their shoes, and socks.
All of a sudden, it struck me. Hard. Like a bolt. A lightening.
Before I could join the broken pieces of my thought, I heard a booming voice, from the Chief of the Police, "This dog must be an associate of the thieves. Probably they left him behind on hearing the sirens. Take him and lock him in the prison. We will see what we can get out of him."
And then, like the twists in stories I have heard of, I too had become part of one. Though I did not rob the bank, I was a culprit to be put behind bars, my primary concern being "Do they serve watermelons in prison?"
If not, then I had certainly dived into a deep mess. How shall I get out now?
Will the real culprit be arrested?
And will I get a second chance at changing my fortune?
I had no answer today. Probably, tomorrow.
Woof ! Woof !
That's sad .. :(
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