He was just a dog. The world was far too big and complicated and he was far too small and it was all just beyond his understanding. Sleep and eat and play. That was all he knew of life and it was good enough for him. Magic enchantments didn't change anything about him except his shape.
But even dogs have empathy. He could sense the feelings of despair in the other residents, and it affected him. No one wanted to play with him anymore. Even the little master had moments of immense sadness.
Play. That was what he understood.
Fetch the ball. Get them to smile again.
Chase the cat. Distract them from their sorrow.
Bark. Make them laugh again.
Roll over. Bring back the memories of happier times.
Just a dog. His place was at his human's feet - sitting near or underneath, it didn't matter.
Keep playing and running and barking. Keep them smiling.
And forget about your sadness for a little while.
I like this chapter, even if it was difficult to get inside the dog's mind. Firstly, because he isn't human, and secondly due to the circumstances. Hope this one is a nice little surprise for everyone.
- SilverInkblot
