Blurtso stood in the rain on his four stumpy legs. He could feel the rain falling on his back and falling on his sides, and the drops that dripped from his nose.
    
       
He could see the rain splashing in the puddles in the street. An occasional twitch threw the rain from his ears across his eyes. Blurtso was alone, except for the fence and the post and the street and the rain. The paint on the post was peeling and the wood was wet. Drops had collected on the barbs of the wire. Blurtso could feel the rain falling on his back and falling on his sides, and the drops that dripped from his boxing-glove nose. An occasional twitch threw the rain across his attentive eyes.