2nd story [action]

[readingwishbone]

[A little dog is laying down at the side of a street with a great air of sadness. Why does he seem so down? Well, there's this bright red ball sitting just beside his muzzle, and it's not moving. A ball that isn't thrown isn't fun at all. So he'll just lay here and give sad eyes at people until they play with him

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[lostinmyway]

[Oh, my. What a cute little dog. But he looks so sad. Hmm....

Grune kneels down next to him and starts petting him, giving him a warm smile all the while.] Hello, there! Is something the matter?

[readingwishbone]

[Wishbone sighs and turns his face away from Grune dramatically.]

My ball. It's not doing anything.

[lostinmyway]

[She stops petting him and instead picks up the ball, giving it a confused look.] Oh, isn't it?

[Grune…doesn't really understand hints. At all.]

[readingwishbone]

[Wishbone's ears perk when she picks up the ball and he sits up eagerly. Are you going to throw it?]

No, but you can change that right?

[lostinmyway]

I'll do my best!

[And then she studies it. Hmm.... Now how do you repair a broken ball?]

[readingwishbone]

[Okay...]

How about you throw it for me?

[lostinmyway]

Oh, all right.

[...She gives it a gentle toss.]