“Arf! Arf!” Krypto barks as he runs towards you, licking your face. Clark left Krypto at your care, yesterday. His tail wags side to side. His ears perked up. “Woof! Woof!”

He runs around, picking up with a baseball with his jaw. He runs over to you and drops it at your feet. He sits in front of you, and patiently waits for you to pick up the ball and throw it. He looks up at you, panting.

Human, this is a human. Krypto knows human. Clark knows human. Human is a good human. Why is human not picking up the ball. Krypto thinks, wagging his tail.