Black clouds hung low in a gray sky like a school of great whales.
Tony lay on his back among the goldenrod, asters and mallows. The dry autumn grass crackled under him as he turned to face his dog Woof (that's Charlie in dog talk).
Charlie was a big, shaggy yellow dog. He was one year old in dog years, which is four years old in people years. Tony was four years old in people years. Tony and Charlie were the same age.
"Is it time for the school bus to drive by yet?" Tony asked.
A-woof-woo-a-woof grumbled Charlie who was almost asleep. (In dog talk, as everyone knows, that means: Are you kidding? You just ate lunch.)
"I'm bored," said Tony. Do you want to chase the sheep?