The Danish Dog went about his business, oblivious to the rest of the world. The plants that he walked upon, gave no notice to him, not even the lichens whose existence was protected by there not being any reindeer to eat them, in this otherwise 100% country in Scandinavia.
And even though the rains continued to fall, and the grass continued to notice his padded feet, the Danish Dog was lost in his own world, not letting anyone in to the magic and the mystery of the Red Ball.
Not the orange one would do today, nay not even the grey, because today was predestined to the the day of the Red.
And while the world continued to turn, and lovers continued to cry, and lament, the Danish Dog, lost in the moment, continued along his merry way somewhere in the Kingdom of Denmark…
And not even the drops of water, were disturbed by his presence.
And when it was all over, he waited anew in his anticipation…..when the Red Ball called out to him again….