This is a short story tale name The Little Window! A man name Max lived in a Broadway: New York City loved with the pet name popo dog. Popo is a brownie little tiny puppy very close to his owner and love him very much. marks and Popo did everything together chasing butterflies, splashing in puddles and watching the stars on the clear Nights.
One day in the morning Max had to leave the city to a small village to visit his grandparents. Max hugged Popo tightly before he left, promisingly ” I’ll be back soon, Popo up be a good boy.”
Popo didn’t got where max had gone. Papu miss max terribly. Every morning, Popo trotted to the little window. Popo barked at the passing Wagons, wagged at the sight of kids playing.
One rainy evening Popo sat at by the window again staring at the path of Max had taken suddenly he heard the faint foot steps splashing through puddles. he is perked up, and his tail wagged furiously.
There he was Max, drenned from the rain but smiling brightly. “Popo!” He called, kneeling down with open arms. Popo leaked into his embrace, showering him with excited licks and Happy barks. Max laughed, holding him close. “I missed you so much, Popo.”
From then on Popo never left Max’s side and Max never left Popo without promising to always come back.
The Little Window, once a place of longing, became spot where Popo watched over the world, knowing his best friend Max would always return.
