Juju's a Nice Dog

The man and boy were standing by a window at the gate of an elementary school. Judo was pacing between us, rattling his chain in excitement. Juju had found a spot that suited him; he was curled up by one of the gate posts. The area around the back gate of the school was awash with noise,. An organ on salmo was playing in the music room. Children were running on the playground. I looked down at the ground and tried to separate each individual sound from the others. A teacher was whistling, and the faint moan of a ship's horn rose from the sea.