She looks high. She looks low.
Where, to avoid that dog, should she go?
Where is that dog going to go?
She looks all around.
The dog keeps making his barking sound.
Where's that dog to be found?
She can hear it, through the door.
It, she can't ignore.
This dog won't go away.
She's too afraid to play.
She looks at me, see.
My efforts at her to console,
do not deter her from her goal.