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Why am I the Green Dog? Think of a herd of cows.

Do you see it in your mind? They’re grazing on a field. It’s a sunny day. Everything is perfect. All of a sudden, they hear a bark, and they look around expecting to see a dog.

And yes, It’s a dog, but, the color??

Green… No, it must be a frog. Dogs aren’t green.  Everybody knows that. But the strange dog-like creature barks again. It barks, thus it’s a dog.  It sits patiently down and says ” Hello!”.

Shocking!! It tells them stories and amuses them with its witty tales. Everything’s going fine until one cow realizes that the dog is not only green, but it’s got some pretty strange ideas.

‘Hey you, dog, or whatever you are, you don’t exist, you can’t exist! Dogs aren’t green and they don’t tell stories like yours!’

‘Don’t you like my stories? Do they offend you in any way?’, replies the dog with a smile.

‘Well…no. But you can’t be real!! Dogs aren’t green! I’m leaving, you’re too weird.’

So the cow turns away. The others huddle together and start to inch back from the dog.

‘Oh, please! Hey, don’t leave, please! I like telling you my stories. We’re not so different you know…’

The cows  start turning and almost stampeding in their haste to get away from the strange being who dared to defy what was established as true. So the Green Dog is left alone in the field, barking for no one to hear.

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¿Porqué soy el perro verde? Piensa en una manada de vacas.

¿Las ves en tu mente? Están paciendo en un prado. Hace sol. Todo está perfecto. De repente, se oye un ladrido y las vacas se giran, esperando ver un perro. Y sí, es un perro, pero el color?

Verde… No, debe ser una rana. Los perros no son verdes. Todo el mundo lo sabe. Pero la extraña criatura con forma perruna ladra de nuevo. Ladra, luego es un perro. Se sienta pacientemente y dice “¡Hola!”

¡Qué chocante! Les cuenta historias divertidas y los deleita con sus ingeniosas narraciones. Todo va bien hasta que una de las vacas se da cuenta de que no sólo es un perro verde, sino que tiene unas ideas bastante raras.

‘¡Eh, tú, perro, o lo que sea que eres! ¡No existes, no puedes existir! Los perros no son verdes, ni cuentan historias como las tuyas.

‘¿No te gustan mis historias? ¿Te ofenden de alguna manera?, contesta el perro con una sonrisa.

‘Bueno..no, ¡pero no puedes ser real! ¡Los perros no son verdes! Me marcho… ¡Eres muy raro!

Así que la vaca se da la vuelta y se va. Las demás se juntan y poco a poco se van alejando del perro.

‘Pero, por favor…¡Hey, no os vayáis, por favor! Me gusta contaros mis historias. No somos tan distintos, sabéis…’

Las vacas echan a correr, casi en de estampida, para alejarse del extraño ser que se atrevió a desafiar lo que estaba establecido como verdad. Así que el perro verde se queda solo en el prado, ladrando para nadie.

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