And down the road he went, clippety cloppeting, stamping stomping, tramping tromping, and kicking up dust as he went. Hi ho, sighed Blurtso, putting one hoof in front of the other and thinking of nothing at all. Mile after mile, day after day, year after year, kicking up dust and thinking of nothing at all. What’s that? thought Blurtso, noticing a cloud of dust in the distance. It looks like a cloud of dust, he said, kicking up his own dust behind him. 
    
          
Little by little, slowly but surely, hoof after hoof, the two clouds grew nearer. And nearer and nearer, and nearer and nearer, until the two clouds could move no nearer. Hmmmm, thought Blurtso, peering into the dust that was beginning to settle. What shape is that shape, peering at this shape, peering at me? Boxing glove nose, attentive eyes, dusty little hoofs, and tuft of hair between perked up ears. 
       
Hello, said a voice from the dust, I’m Pablo. Pablo, echoed Blurtso, I’m Blurtso. Your hoofs are black and mine are brown, said Pablo. Your body is brown and mine is grey, said Blurtso. Hmmm, said Pablo. Hmmm, said Blurtso. The road is quite dusty, said Pablo and Blurtso in unison. Would you like to join me? said Blurtso. I'd love to join you, said Pablo. And as they went the dust that had been two clouds became one, larger, than a single cloud alone.