The FAKE DOG

We were at the park when I saw the fake dog. At least that’s what I told the kids. I pointed out the odd way it ran. They weren’t sure. It was obvious to me anyway there was a person inside. Finally, I had to know for certain. I crossed the playing field. Big footprints have flattened the clover, but the fake dog was done running. It was sitting on a bench reading the newspaper.