I went out to run at five o’clock and around five-thirty I was returning home. I saw a middle-aged man with a small dog that looked like Kanu, but it was even smaller than Kanu. The dog was on the sidewalk. I said to myself, “I do not want to be bothered by the dog.” So I came down from the sidewalk and entered into the street.
The man said, “Why are you afraid of this puppy?”
I said, “I am not afraid. I was smiling at the dog and I came very near it.”
I asked the man, “What is his name?”
He replied, “Billy.”
I smiled at Billy and at the owner. Then I continued on my way.
RB 993. 30 October 1987↩