The man breathed heavily. His flank rose and fell quickly. He could hardly move; with each breath out you could hear a faint high pitched whine. "So... tired... can't... mo-uh" The man couldn't finish his sentence. He continued breathing and whining.
The child looks at the stranger at his door and slowly shakes his head. He watches as the woman stranger sets down by a doggy on the road. "A doggy!" The child rushes out to the dog and starts stroking its fur. He looks to the woman and asks, "Awww, what wong wit it?"
