The sound that woke me up was a strange clattering one that my ears did not recognize. I listened carefully to identify it and soon heard, in addition to the clunking, the sound of Nice Guy’s voice. It couldn’t be bad if Nice Guy was here! I rushed toward the sound of the voice and stopped short when I saw the giant object Nice Guy held in his arms.
Nice Guy placed the big thing by the bush and leaned down to rub my nose. My face met his hand and with the gentle touch, I felt the comfort of knowing everything would be all right. After the nose rub, which ended far too quickly, Nice Guy turned to the package and opened the top. What could it be? And more importantly, was it something good for me?