The dog named Crazy
There was once upon a time…a King.
My readers will shout. No, No! There was once upon a time a dog named
Crazy. They called him Crazy but crazy he was not. Crazy had peculiar
habits. Whenever a cat came near him he didn't growl or did woof-woof!
He simply let the cat do whatever it wanted. Then sometimes the whole
day he would just keep watching ants. Now the strangest bit. He only
ate vegetables. Now won't you say that dog is crazy. I would too. But
one day something happened which began to make the people wonder. Now
in England, for England is where our story starts. There were rumours
that every animal which died would be taken by the Great Animal God,
Janz. Now one day Crazy went to a funeral pyre and dozed of. A moment
later there was a sound of woof woof woof woof everywhere and when Crazy
opened an eye what he saw made the other fly open. Janz with his dogs
had come. Janz suddenly saw crazy, puffed himself and said - Foreign
Dog! Get out of here. Can't, you see, Sir, said Crazy with scant respect.
I can't . Janz stood stunned. Nobody had ever talked to him like that.
You Doddery Fool screamed Janz. I'll scare the living daylights out
of you! Scare all you want, but I'm not budging. Janz put on a show
that would have blanched a ghost. Crazy just sat scowling there. Then
he said- woof! woof! Hurry up and stop this business of mumbo-jumbo.
Janz stood there gawking. Come now Janz cajoled. Please get up. I'm
not getting up, said Crazy. Very well, said Janz. I have to visit Almighty
himself. Then he vanished. Crazy let out a sigh of relief. Nothing like
sleeping, he yawned.
( 27 November 2002 )
