Cement - Mixer

Cement- mixer They are re-building the house across the road, the cement-mixer churns from early morn, a black, big dog sat barking at it until it lost its voice and sounded like a helpless kitten wanting milk, it became so embarrassed by its loss of bark, it went into the shed and refused to come out before it had got its voice back. The big black dog has few friends the couple who came here on vacation left without it and I suppose being from Setubal it barks in a different way than local dogs. All cement mixers sound the same this monotone churning like a padre who likes the sound of his voice and bore his parishioner senseless, and when staggering out of the church everyone, even those who do not smoke, lit up. Soon the mixer will move on and annoy someone else, but the big black dog has nowhere to go, so I will befriend and learn its Setubal bark