"It Was Half Past Ten" by Stevie S.

It was 10:30 and into the room arrived a beautiful, tame canine. His short hair shown every shade of brown when in the sunlight. He was not too large, nor too tiny. He had a friendly, somewhat calm, but also quite playful demeanor. He picked up a small pink stuffed elephant gently with his pointy yellow teeth, residing in his strong jaw. He brought unto me this little toy, and looked longingly at me with his big chocolate eyes, almost as if to ask me to throw it across the room. I proceeded, and the good boy quickly chased it; catching it just before it hit the wooden floor.