It was white and cold.
I wasn’t sure of it.
I didn’t know what it was.
I’ve never seen it before.
I smelled it.
I’ve never smelled anything like it before.
It wasn’t like water.
But it felt wet and cold against my nose.
I tasted it.
I’ve never tasted anything like it before.
I’m not sure I’d want to eat it.
I eat anything.
My little human and her friend seemed to love it though.
They gathered the white stuff in their hands and threw it at each other.
If they liked it, why did they throw it?
They laughed so I knew they were having fun.
As for me,I still wasn’t sure about it.
My human’s dad, didn’t let me off the leash.
I’m guessing, it’s because there were sheep nearby.
I like sheep.
I like to come up to them and say “Hi”
I don’t think they like me though.
They never say “Hi” back.
Come to think of it, the thing on the ground is white like sheep.
What is this white stuff?
That’s what they called it.
Where did it come from?