On a quiet little farm surrounded by golden fields and whispering trees, there lived a dog who didn’t quite understand himself.
His name was Bimo.
Bimo was not like the other dogs. While the farm dogs barked at strangers, guarded the chickens, and followed clear routines, Bimo often found himself doing the opposite. He wagged his tail at the wind, barked at his own shadow, and sometimes chased butterflies instead of protecting the sheep.
No one really knew why.
The cows would gently shake their heads.
The chickens would cluck in confusion.
Even the old horse, who had seen many seasons, would sigh and say, “That dog… he’s a mystery.”
But Bimo didn’t mean to be confusing.
Sometimes, he simply felt too many things at once.