“Hey, come over here,” hissed a voice. Looking around, the man couldn’t see anything except for an old, mangy greyhound.
“Yes, over here,” said the greyhound. “Look at the state of me! I’m stuck in this shed when I should be out winning more races. I was a triple champion in my time, you know?”
The man was dumbfounded. A talking dog! He could become famous! Everyone would want to see it. He started to dream about the millions he could make. He went to look for the dog’s owner.
“I’d like to buy your dog,” he said. “Is it for sale?”
The owner shook his head, “Nah mate. You don’t want that old thing.”
“Oh, but I do!” persisted the man. “I’ll give you $100 for it.”
“All right, fine. But let it be known I think you’re making a great mistake.”
“Why’s that?” the man asked.
“The dog’s a bloody liar. He’s never won a race in his life.”