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The Stary Dogby Sadeq Hedayat
The Stary Dogby Sadeq Hedayat
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The man was not his master. Pat was not deceived for
he knew his master's smell so well. But how could
another person pat him? Pat wagged his tail and looked
at the man dubiously. Was he not deceived? He no
longer had the collar round his neck so that others
might fondle him. Again, the man stroked a caressing
hand on him. Pat went after him. His surprise increased
when the man entered a room which he knew well and
out of which came diverse smells of eatables. On the
bench near the wall, he lay on his haunches.
Warm bread, yoghurt and eggs and other eatables
were brought to him. The man dipped pieces of bread
in yoghurt and threw them to him. At first, Pat
devoured them quickly but then he slowed down. Pat
fixed his painful pretty hazel eyes on him in token of
gratitude and wagged his tail. Was he asleep or awake?
Pat had a square meal without being interrupted by
beating. Was it possible that he might have found a
new master? The man rose up went into the alley
leading to the tower. He paused awhile. Then, he
passed the winding alleys. Pat followed him until he
was out of the village. He went towards the ruins
which had several walls where his master had gone.
Did these people seek the scent of their females? Pat
waited for him beside the wall. Then, they returned to
the square through another route.
Again, the man stroked a fondling hand on him.
Then after a little turn round the square, he got into the
car he knew well. He sat on his haunches beside the
car, looking at the man. All of a sudden, the car stared
running in the pall of dust. Without the slightest
hesitation, Pat started running after the car. No, he did
not want to lose him. He was panting heavily. He was
running after the car with all his might despite the
sharp pain he felt within his body.
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