Charmer stuck out his tongue. "Hey, ya wanna race?" he asked excitedly. He loved running. "Maybe some day, if I get fast and strong enough, Norman will invite me to be a spy with you guys!"
"Well... I don't think I'm spy material," Charmer explained. "I could never do what you do. I'm not fast or strong or brave or anything. I'm just... me." He sighed.
"Yes, you would, Bella, you're great!" Charmer protested. "You're fast and strong and powerful! You're quick and agile! And your owners pay attention to you. All I ever get to do is race you along a fence!"