The Ballplayer

Casimir-Anton had discovered the ball. I thought he looked almost like a handball player, the way his big front paw rested on the ball and he looked at me as if he was sizing me up.

But then he lay down behind the ball and gnawed on it a bit. But the ball kept rolling away and Casimir crawled behind it with difficulty. Sometimes it even seemed as if he was nudging the ball away. In the end, he looked like a little 4‑week-old Broholm puppy again.