Once there was an old man that lived on a farm. He had an old dog that had been with him for many many years. He was a good friend to him and helped him in his way.
He would bark when the fox came for the chicken, and he would bring him his slippers in the evening.
That was all that the old man needed, and he was happy with the dog.
One day the doctor told the old man that he had a serious illness and would most probably die before his dog.
The old man wondered whether he should take his dog with him when he died, but loved him too much to do this kind of thing to him.
There was a younger family, who was already bidding for the farm looking to move into it once the old man died.
He spoke to them and they agreed to take the dog. He even managed to show the dog how to bring the slippers for the new head of the family before he passed.
So now the old man was gone, but his dog still continued for the new masters. He brought the slippers, and he barked when the fox came.
Sometimes he might only bring one of the slippers or just look at the father irritated, but mostly he did exactly what had been expected of him from his old owner.
But, alas, this was not enough for the new family. They were young, and they still had many ideas, what the dog should and could do.
"If he can bring me my slippers that he can also bring in the newspaper" the father said.
"If he can bark when the fox comes then surely he can also bark when there is a burglar." said the wife.
"If you can do all those things then surely he can chase around outside with us" said the children.
So the next days, the father kept putting the newspaper in the dog's mouth to show him what to do.
The mother got pills from the veterinarian to make him more alert, so he would hear more in the night.
The children got him a leash and dragged him around outside all day.
Happy that they had now all done their best to get what they thought ideal out of the dog, they went to sleep content.
The next morning when they got up, the father called out for the dog, to bring him the slippers.
But he didn't come.
He lay in his crib, not moving.
The black ink from the newspaper had poisened his gums. The pills from the veterinarian had weakened his heart. The children's leash had choked him.
He was dead. He would never bring anyone slippers again.
The familiy discarded the dog and went to the pound to look for a new one.
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Ten pips for anyone who can tell me what the story is about(hint: it's got something to do with FF) and why I wrote it.
He would bark when the fox came for the chicken, and he would bring him his slippers in the evening.
That was all that the old man needed, and he was happy with the dog.
One day the doctor told the old man that he had a serious illness and would most probably die before his dog.
The old man wondered whether he should take his dog with him when he died, but loved him too much to do this kind of thing to him.
There was a younger family, who was already bidding for the farm looking to move into it once the old man died.
He spoke to them and they agreed to take the dog. He even managed to show the dog how to bring the slippers for the new head of the family before he passed.
So now the old man was gone, but his dog still continued for the new masters. He brought the slippers, and he barked when the fox came.
Sometimes he might only bring one of the slippers or just look at the father irritated, but mostly he did exactly what had been expected of him from his old owner.
But, alas, this was not enough for the new family. They were young, and they still had many ideas, what the dog should and could do.
"If he can bring me my slippers that he can also bring in the newspaper" the father said.
"If he can bark when the fox comes then surely he can also bark when there is a burglar." said the wife.
"If you can do all those things then surely he can chase around outside with us" said the children.
So the next days, the father kept putting the newspaper in the dog's mouth to show him what to do.
The mother got pills from the veterinarian to make him more alert, so he would hear more in the night.
The children got him a leash and dragged him around outside all day.
Happy that they had now all done their best to get what they thought ideal out of the dog, they went to sleep content.
The next morning when they got up, the father called out for the dog, to bring him the slippers.
But he didn't come.
He lay in his crib, not moving.
The black ink from the newspaper had poisened his gums. The pills from the veterinarian had weakened his heart. The children's leash had choked him.
He was dead. He would never bring anyone slippers again.
The familiy discarded the dog and went to the pound to look for a new one.
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Ten pips for anyone who can tell me what the story is about(hint: it's got something to do with FF) and why I wrote it.
Trust price. Know yourself.
We could come to 2 forked conclusions in this story.
