On a rainy morning in November, Anansi decides that life would be lovelier with a mate.
A mate will be there for Anansi to share breakfast and supper with. A mate will be there for Anansi to curl up with at night to sleep. A mate will be there to share Anansi’s morning walks. A mate will still be there at the end of the day to share Anansi’s evening walks. Anansi wants to share each day with a mate.
After the rain ends, Anansi sets off to search for a mate. Anansi does not look for the cutest dog. Anansi does not look for the cleverest dog. Anansi wants only a peaceful mate, who will stay near and not wander off with another dog.
Anansi decides to search among the dogs that live nearby. Just next door, Anansi spots Scout, the golden dog with the big head. Scout keeps the neighbors awake with constant barking. Scout is discontented. Scout will not be a peaceful mate. Anansi trots on.
At the white house down the road, Anansi pauses to consider Hudson, whose hairs stand straight up like a lion. When Hudson sees Anansi on the road, Hudson growls and snarls. Anansi is used to Hudson. Anansi is not scared. Anansi does not run. Anansi just watches Hudson’s antics. Hudson is too angry to be a peaceful mate. Anansi trots on.
The yellow house across the road is where Sasha lives. Sasha is small and fluffy and sweet. But Sasha moves around with too many dogs. Sasha cannot decide on one mate. Sasha is not clear-headed. Sasha will not bring peace. Anansi trots on.
Anansi crosses the road to the unpainted house where Rolly lives. Rolly has short legs and so many hairs that you cannot see the legs. Rolly resembles a mop. Rolly has a mate, Pully. Pully is also short and hairy and resembles a mop. Rolly and Pully together resemble two mops mopping the floor. Rolly has a mate; and Pully has a mate. Anansi trots on.
Anansi stops to think. Anansi had considered all the dogs nearby. Anansi had not found a peaceful mate nearby. Anansi trots home alone. Tomorrow is a new day.
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