Water was dripping down his shirt as he stood holding the pail of water showering the garden plants. His eyes were gleaming with pride as he saw bright yellow mangoes hanging on the bulky branches of their ancestral tree. The grand tree stood in the center of the garden veiling the history and had witnessed the blossoming,withering of many generations . It sheltered the squirrel and rabbits.
Peter now turned towards the blossoms which jasmined his garden and magnetised the butterflies towards itself. Then a German Shepherd came running across the grass and instantly Peter jumped and stepped towards him. He grabbed his collar and began running his muddy fingers through his neck and lifted him through his armpits. The dog began wobbling his tail and clinging to his shoulders.
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