The boy sat slumped on his stoop, bored. His loyal dog, Roy, leaned over and whispered a secret in his ear.
“I don’t believe you,” said the boy.
“Well, why not?” asked Roy.
“Because dogs don’t talk," said the boy, bored.



This is just a surface tweaking of AvaLeFou's wonderful tiny story, "Imagination," which goes like this:

The Boy with No Imagination sat slumped on his stoop, bored with life. Next to the Boy sat his loyal dog, Roy. Roy leaned over and whispered ‘the secret to having fun’ in the Boy’s ear.
“I don’t believe you,” said the Boy with indignation.
“Well, why not?” asked the dog without hesitation.
“Because dogs don’t talk.” The Boy simply stated.
And with that, Roy the dog trotted off alone, to go have some fun.