The big glowing lantern in the sky is perplexing than ever on a full-moon night. I can’t help but howl like my ancestors, the wolves once did. It’s full moon and the dogs in our neighbourhood are orchestrating a symphony. I just joined in to keep company. However the howling didn’t make the folks at home very happy.
Dogs have phobias, just like people do. There are many dogs who fear things like balloons, streetlamps, and basically anything big and round floating above their heads, which includes the moon. So whimpy dogs like me tend to get carried away on well-lit nights, where more activity is seen and heard. It’s fun to be whistling out to other dogs for a pack meeting. Hey! I am over here. What do you think is happening?
Our home as well as several other homes in the neighbourhood are decked in colourful lights, their long verandahs and hooded patios sporting glowing lanterns swaying to and fro in the wind. The lanterns make whispering noises with long tails made of flimsy kite paper. Children are excited helping their parents with the decorations. I see happy faces lit by lanterns carried in their small hands. They are urging their parents to take them sight-seeing along the main streets where really, really big lanterns come on the pavements to stand stiff competition. Overheads tiny bulbs of multitude of colours shine like a milky-way not far to reach.
Riding in the rear of the car I am mesmerized by the festive décor, the crowds, vehicles and their incessant honking of horns added to the milieu. I haven’t a clue to what all the fuss is about. But I see Ice Creams! And I scream, Ice Cream! They are given out all free – can you believe what luck? I get to lick one off the boy’s hand. What? go grab another, and another.
But if left alone outside on the balcony then I will not hesitate to start a cacophony. It doesn’t seem at all fair when so much fun is taking place.