FMS - Makucova

A chorus of dog voices. At the center is one who seems shamed into barking. What has gotten the others so upset? And why does this one dog sound so half-assed? Is his owner a mailman?

On that note, does anything ever whimper loudly?

If the day had only two voices, these would be the ones: blind conviction and stuttered imitation.

I'm growling over my toothpaste and hot tap water. Ugh, shaving cream.

I'll open a bank account. I'll return library books. I'll pick up my late edition paper.

So seemingly simple.