Three Tiny Chihuahua

Lying in Prospect Park last weekend, there was a gentleman riding his bike through the Big Field. He had a wire basket over his back tire, filled with a radio, towels, and three tiny Chihuahua. He would ride up and down the field; and every so often, he would take the Chihuahua out by the scruff of their necks and place them in the grass. Calling their names, he would ride ahead and the Chihuahua would prance gleefully behind. Then, the man would scoop them again and do another lap.

He left a trail of smiles behind him.