She is watching it form her balcony with great interest, suddenly she burst into

peels of laughter with traces of sadness in it. Down the lane across the street a
young boy nearly 10 years of age was playing and rumbling with his dog. Many a
times dog would drag the boy by his pants and make him topple; while on the other
ocassions the boy would push the dog away.
This amusing scene reminded Agatha of her pet dog, Lily. Memories came back
flooding and her lips were hushed by sadness again. Lily died about a week ago at
her peak age of 15;
but for Agatha every passing second was like a slow and steady torture not only to
her soul but also to her very existence.
Suddenly the door bell rang, and her glass palace of memories was shattered. She
turned around and crept her footsteps towards the door. As she lived in a secluded
apartment; visits like these were an absolute rarity. She turned the knob while
adjusting her rob; but to her utter surprise there was no one. Cold air outside
made her shiver inspite of her long robe;
as she retraced her steps backwards to close the door; a little howling sound held
her steps. She looked down; and to her amaze, Lily was sitting in front of her with
her tounge protruding out looking at her master.