Why Dogs Have Wings
Once upon a time, dogs had no wings. They were just like rats, only larger, with longer hair, and happier. They were brightly coloured, had the same six legs as any other animal, and a fabulous waggy tail. But, like rats, they had no wings.
There is a forest near the beach at Swesryos, just where the mudflats meet the tall red rock-spires. One day at the edge of the trees a dog was sitting whimpering. She was a beautifully tall yellow-spotted dog and her sobs and cries were so loud that even the blades of grass turned towards her to listen.
A great sad tree bent down and asked,
“O little dog, as time spins past you, the world grows grey. The branches droop. The leaves wither and die. Play then, in the morning of your sapling, play, and be filled with joy.”
“I am no sapling even though I am small. But how can I be happy? My daughter has been carried away and I cannot reach her. She is starving. Can you help me reach her and bring her back down?”