We have to do something about that bulldog, or he will crush us down. I don’t like the way he is staring at me. He thinks he is the strongest dog in the world. He walks like a king always wearing a serious look on his face. He think he is from a superior breed.
Ofcourse, he is strong, but why should we suffer? Shoo, Here he comes, let’s hide here. I just can’t run now.