What the Dogs Know

This starts a little rough, but it has a cool ending.

In the middle of the night a dog howls. Then another, then more. I and the other townspeople are awakened by the din. Gradually, one by one, we begin to howl too, and howl until morning.
“Now I understand my dog,” a friend tells me the next day, “how deeply it has seen into reality without the curse of language.”
I nod my head and wait for the night.

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