The voice

Leonard cocked his head; at first looking confused. Searching desperately around the deck looking for that beloved voice.

“Leonard.” The voice sang to him.

With his nose, tail wagging fiercely, he scanned at the French door. The voice, he knew was real. Calling his name. “Leonard.”

He backed away from the door, cocked his head again. “Leonard. Where’s your sister?”

With excitement, he danced back and forth, staring at the brick wall. Yes, he knew that voice.

“I love you Leonard.”

His sister could be heard barking in the background. He was torn. Stay here and listen to the voice he loved or help his sister. Finally, he ran to help her defend their border at all cost. After the threat had passed, in a language only they understood, he told her about hearing the voice.

Lazy hours later, a familiar sound filled their ears. They raced to the back door. As the door opened, they almost knocked their aunt and uncle over to get inside. They searched every room. Sniffed every baseboard. Nothing.

His sister snarled her nose. Leonard was defeated. He knew he heard the voice. Lucy sundered out of the house, thumbing her tail in Leonard’s face. Before picking disappointedly at dinner.

Leonard drank greedily at the cool fresh water before plopping down on the deck. He knew the voice was real.