the Dog on Moon

Stanley the dog had lost his people. He was running in the park and the next thing he knew he was alone. He was a smart little dog, so he stopped and waited in one spot for his people to find him. He sat and sat, he waited and waited. It got dark and the wind came up, but no one came. Stanley was alone and lonely. The only friendly thing he could see was the full moon shining down on him. If he looked closely he could almost see the smiling face of the Man-In-The-Moon looking at him