The End*

The End* doesn't exist. As one thing comes to an end, another begins. The cold weather is at its end; the warm has begun. There is no end.

"Hmmm, Jake, here we are in the back of the car again."

"Yeah, I know, Albert. Where do you think they're taking us?"

"Oh, this place is pretty. Let's go explore."

"Look! There are some horses and big dogs over there. Hurry, let's catch up with them and see if they want to play!"

"Ahh, Albert, they're too big for us. Chill out, man!"

"OK, well, then let's chase some butterflies. They're not too big for us!"

Wow, those are some long tongues for such little dogs.

"Look, Jake, I'm flying...just like that butterfly I was trying to catch!"

"Oh, that was so much fun, but now we're so tired."

THE END. 

*Saturday Centus.