Charlie

Charlie begins his day, by leaving his shelter. Another dead day. For the last several years, he's been alone in his home made lab. He heads out to collect more data: just like every day. And like most every day, he expects to be unsuccessful.

Today, though, is his lucky day.

He sees a dog in the distance, playing with a ball of sorts. As he approaches the dog with a jaunty bandanna, he speaks, "C'mere doggie..."

"Par le vue francais?"