“They are adorable, don’t you think?” He asks someone who sits next to him (Fluffy just can’t admire silently, for him one has to talk about good thing, even shout).
Next to him is Vyunochek – Rex-rat with chocolate-color and luxurious curly hair.
“Pretty, indeed!” She nods shortly and hurriedly looks away from multi-colored splash.
Fluffy looks at her furtively. Not pointed, as rats usually are, she is a round little thing, with tiny ears and note shaped hairpin on the top. He notices that she does not fusse around and speaks after thinking only.
“If only I can do that flying thing… Or they fly just bit closer…” Purrs snow-white Siberian pussycat from the same bench dreamily. Ulyanka pussycat, with eyes of amazing colore (nor light blue, nor dark blue), waggs her bushy tail with big satin bow on its end. She had been lying in that shade so still Fluffy didn’t notice her right away.
“Good morning everyone!” Smiles rat owner, Marusya, a very young woman with big bun of unruly hair she made in a hurry.
“Good morning!” Says Toma, business like woman with light-color bob and stylish horn-rimmed glasses, looking away from her album and set of wax crayons which are next to her.
“I like your sneakers, by the way! Very bright! When our paths cross there are always noticeable and nice shoes on you,” Marinka says to Toma while finishing her warm-up.
“Oh, thank you!”
Meanwhile poodle, rat-girl and pussycat step aside (but not too far – one can’t do that while on a leash) and peek into a mole’s hole.
“Fluffy, it’s time,” and Marinka pulls his leash politely. “See you again!”
Fluffy wags the tail, barks loudly and spins at place to show Ulyanka and Vyunochek his liking as it is time to go.
“Oh, that’s interesting…” And owners look at pet trio under that bush with some surprise.
It is summer. Flowers cover the Park like cotton candy balls. And such flavors!
Fluffy runs back and forth, snapps his teath at insects and spins in delight. He is a young poodle, yes he is, but he already knows that he should not touch bees or wasps for them do not sting his tongue, that snails can be infected poisonously with parasites and carry them. He doesn’t know about caterpillars (is this one poisonous?), but he can freely be a friend to butterflies. And butterflies do often think the same and one can see him in fluttering cloud of wings.