Аннотация
The Big Front Yard
by Clifford D. Simak
Hiram Taine came awake and sat up in his bed.
Towser was barking and scratching at the floor.
“Shut up,” Taine told the dog.
Towser cocked quizzical ears at him and then resumed the barking and scratching at the floor.
Taine rubbed his eyes. He ran a hand through his rat’s-nest head of hair. He considered lying down again and pulling up the covers.
But not with Towser barking.
“What’s the matter with you, anyhow?” he asked Towser, with not a little wrath.
“Whuff,” said Towser, industriously proceeding with his scratching at the floor.
“If you want out,” said Taine, “all you got to do is open the screen door. You know how it is done. You do it all the time.”
Towser quit his barking and sat down heavily, watching his master getting out of bed.
Taine put on his shirt and pulled on his trousers, but didn’t bother with his shoes.
Towser ambled over to a corner, ...
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