I sat on the dock.

The Sun said, “Why do you look so down?”

I said, “I miss Summer.”

The Sun said, “Last Summer you complained it was too hot.”

I said, “That’s true, but now it’s much too chilly.”

The Sun said, “Even if there was a thermostat that you could control, you’d still find something to complain about.”

I said, “My dog used to tell me the same thing. I told my dog, ‘Yes, but you complain about fleas.’ My dog said, ‘Yes, but that’s reasonable. You can put on or take off a coat. I can only scratch myself unceasingly.’ I miss my dog.”

The Sun said, “He was a good dog.”

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