The tree stood atop the grassy hill under a deep crimson sky. Beneath sat a dog and a frog.
“Evenin’, Earl,” said the dog.
“Purty sunset, eh?”
Earl looked toward the sky. It was indeed a beauty. “Thought dogs couldn’t see colors.”
“That’s a myth. We can see all fifteen of ’em.”
” Rufus, there are millions of colors.”
“Very funny, Earl, but I’m not stupid. You and I both know there ain’t but fifteen.”
Earl put his arm around the dog’s neck and scratched behind his ear. Together they watched the sun set.
“You caught me, pal.”