Fifi was a pretty poodle who lived in the city. One day Fifi and her family went to a new place. It had dirt roads and big fields full of plants.
A scruffy little dog tramped over to Fifi. “Welcome to the farm,” said the dog. “I’m Rex.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” said Fifi politely. Fifi sniffed Rex, and Rex sniffed Fifi.
Now the city dog and the farm dog were good friends. “Everything is so green and bright,” said Fifi. “Look at all the trees!”
“Don’t you have trees in the city?” asked Rex.
“Yes, but just in the parks,” said Fifi.
“You have funny-looking fur,” said Rex with a chuckle. “It’s so puffy and clean!”
“In the city, this is a very stylish hairdo,” said Fifi. “I guess it does look a little silly, though.”
“So, what do you and your boy do here all day?” Fifi asked Rex, as they strolled around the barnyard sniffing things. There were lots of things to sniff on the farm. Fifi even sniffed a chicken.
Rex answered, “Well, first thing in the morning, we come out here to the barn to get the milk we need for breakfast.”
“You keep the refrigerator outdoors?” asked Fifi, shocked. Rex shook his head.
“The cows go to the store for you?” asked Fifi. She was getting confused.
“No,” laughed Rex. “We get all the milk we need from the cows. My boy squeezes fresh milk out of them every morning.”
“Amazing!” Fifi said. “Milk comes from the cows, and then it goes to the store!”Next Rex and Fifi went to the barnyard, where Fifi saw the pigs flopping around happily in the pigpen. “This place is a mess!” she said.
“This is a pigsty,” said Rex. “Pigs love the cool mud.”
“I always thought a pigsty was a messy bedroom,” said Fifi, “because when my boy’s mother walks into his room she says, ‘This place is a pigsty!'”Next Fifi and Rex watched their boys brush the horses in the barn. “When does your boy ever take you for a walk around the block?” asked Fifi.
“A what?” asked Rex.
“You know,” said Fifi, “he puts your leash on you and then you walk around and sniff stuff.”
“I’ve never been on a leash,” said Rex. “And we’re always outside!”
Next Rex took Fifi to the pond. “This is where my boy goes to catch fish to eat,” said Rex.
Fifi was careful not to get mud on her clean white fur. “We have fish, too,” she said. “We caught ours at the pet shop.”
“Do they live in your pond?” asked Rex.
“No,” said Fifi. “We don’t have a pond. Our fish live in a bowl on the dresser. We would never think of eating those little things.” A farm cat ran by. She was chasing a mouse. Rex gave her a friendly bark.
“Look at her!” Fifi said with surprise. “That cat is so fast and wild!”
“She is fast, that’s true,” said Rex. “Sometimes I chase her just for fun, and I’ve never been able to catch her.”
“You would catch our city cat easily,” said Fifi. “She’s fat and lazy and no fun at all. When she’s not sleeping, she just stares into the fish bowl.”
At sundown, Rex heard his boy whistle from the farmhouse. Fifi’s boy called her name. The two dogs ran up to the farmhouse. They were tired from their busy day on the farm.
“I like to listen to the crickets chirping while I fall asleep,” said Rex.
“In the city, the whirring sound of all the cars and buses puts me right to sleep,” Fifi explained.
“The city sounds like a noisy, crowded, crazy place,” said Rex.
“Well, it’s noisy and crowded,” said Fifi, “but I wouldn’t call it crazy. It’s just different. That’s where my boy lives, so it’s home to me.”That night, Fifi dreamed about fields and cows and pigs and ponds. Rex dreamed about parks and leashes and fish bowls.
Rex couldn’t wait to visit the city someday. And Fifi couldn’t wait to show him around the place that she called home.