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By Jack Joseph Smith

against each others faces. Robins were cocky and walked around the lawns like controlling grandmothers slapping their feet on the ground while they pecked under the bushes. I can hear my dog barking before he fell into the fishpond filled with goldfish swiming beneath the willow tree that dropped its long narrow leaves all around the steps with nodes that had big holes between them you could look down into and discover insects and worms and little red bugs coming out of the moss. Late that spring I was given a cap gun and I would run through our grounds shooting it really unaware of its sound going through the air. My dog was a wire haired terrior, and very sensitive. One afternoon the dog and I were in my room and I started shooting the capgun. I was geting carried away with the sound going against the walls and the excitement of the dog that seemed to be going crazy. But I didn't know why it was jumping so and I began to move with the little thing and shooting the gun faster and faster and turning with it around and around high in my hand. The barking became sharper and sharper and then suddenly I stoped hearing my mother's voice coming from the hallway below. I let the dog out of my room and it ran down the stairs to the front door and started barking again. My mother didn't want to let the dog go freely with no chain, but I begged her to for a long time while the dog was barking. Finally she gave in and I followed the dog outside watching Topsy frantically sniffing the ground. We ran around with each other for awhile, but in a little while I forgot Topsy's presence and lost myself in my own play. Topsy never came back and I stayed in my room weeping for many days and nights. God, please bring Topsy back and I won't ever do anything like that again, I would say to

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Spring play turns tragic when the child's cap gun throws the terrier Topsy into panic, the dog is let out after frantic barking, disappears for good, and leaves the child praying in grief and guilt.

The loss lands hard because it comes straight out of play, noise, and ignorance rather than malice, so the child's remorse feels immediate and absolute. The prayer to bring Topsy back is simple and devastating, showing how quickly the bright season can break into punishment and mourning.

Claude

In spring the yard is full of robins 'like controlling grandmothers slapping their feet' and a willow over a fishpond, and the boy is given a cap gun. Firing it in his room drives his wire haired terrior Topsy into a frenzy; he begs his mother to let the dog go 'freely with no chain', forgets Topsy's 'presence' in his own play, and Topsy never comes back, leaving him weeping and praying 'God, please bring Topsy back'.

The page moves from comic, lush observation into a small tragedy caused by a child's thoughtless noise and self-absorption. The detail that he 'didn't know why it was jumping so' shows innocence and guilt arriving together, and the bargaining prayer is the first of the book's many attempts to undo a loss through promise. The fishpond, willow, and bugs in the moss give the grief a very concrete garden setting.