Zhil-byl pyos1982

[first lines]

Narrator:
In a small village, there once lived a dog.

[the Dog barks as the narrator speaks]

Narrator:
All his life he did his job honestly, but then he grew old. His nose couldn't smell as well as it used to, his eyes were not as sharp as before, and his legs felt like they didn't even belong to him.

[the door of the house opens and a hand throws a boot at the Dog]

Narrator:
His masters were kind people who put up with him anyway.