Ball

 

The little dog was having a fit.

He went outside with a flashlight to see what was upsetting it.

Shining the light in the direction the furry fury was facing; he didn’t see anything out of order.

There were tall grasses and weeds, a mess of sticks, and a bright red ball.

“What are you doing? That’s your own damn ball!” the man said in exasperation and went back to the door. “Come on in, now. It’s time for bed!”

With one last snarl, the tiny terrier turned around, peed in the general direction of the ball, and ran inside.