Somewhere in the woods, a very skinny dog lay curled up tightly on a bed of rotting leaves. The dog was white with a large brown spot in the shape of Texas on his side. His nose was long and thin. His legs were long and thin. His tail was long and thin.
Suddenly he was awakened by a noise.
Slapping noises and the whirring of wheels on the asphalt road.
The skinny white dog stood up and cocked his head. Maybe he should follow the noises instead of hiding in the woods.
But then again, maybe not.
Maybe he should stay right here.
So he sat in the leaves and let out a tiny whine as the slapping and whirring grew fainter and fainter.