"In wags, seeks truth," muttered the shadowy figure, eyebrows knitting together in cosmic worry.
The dog sighed, eyes reflecting millions of car rides. "Have you ever considered, like, why the ball always rolls away?"
"Woof," said the elder canine, sound echoing as if from a ravine of belief.
"There are indeed more than bones beneath the moonlight," replied the younger dog, a tear forming in silence.
And thus, they concluded: every howl is but a curiosity stirred by starry winds.
Half-awake humans ponder the inquisition of four-legged sages: