•Random Drabble Collection•

•That Which Bemuses a Doxin•

The Doxin is the laughingstock of all dogs.

He is tiny and his proportions are laughable, while his markings be amusing for they imitate a strong, lean, attractive Doberman.

Though he did not choose to be such, a shadow, a speck of dust, a flake swept off the table in which the table is his competitors, he does think of the hardships of such long legs, oh how sad it must be too miss the chirps of katydids or the smell of cherries which had fallen from the tree when the birds had picked at them when your head was too high to see below, instead worried about more unpleasant things unable to find your way down to earth and back home.

He somewhat felt sorry for them, unable to sit in tight spaces or enjoy the feeling of the stroke of a hand- not the way he'd felt it at least, as a hand was tiny compared to such a large body. He however, could make much more out of it.

And yet they do pity him instead? Why, he had all he could need, he never starved, was never beaten, never fought like a savage, why it was funny they find him so much of a case, when easily he had so much more than they ever could.