"What a glorious place," says he,
Bounding through the field.

Not a cloud in the sky,
Not a care in his heart.

And deeper he goes,
Without fear of reproach.

Until a creature emerges from its hole,
And crones with delight:
"For you, boy, a most horrid surprise!"

The day no longer so bright,
The place not so glorious.

But a horrid surprise for one,
Is not so horrid for the next.

The creature's surprise:
A happy little Shih Tzu,
Tail wagging with joy.

The boy has a new companion,
Perhaps not horrid at all.