Lyra walked over to the giant Tibetan Mastiff, crouched down, and rubbed its fur, saying, "I know you're tired, but this is for your health. You see, you're so fat."
Giant Tibetan Mastiff: You're the fat one! I call this a huge figure!
Lyra pushed the giant Tibetan Mastiff, "Go on, don't just lie there."
The giant Tibetan mastiff couldn't stand this woman who kept encouraging it to lose weight, but finally resigned and left.
Lyra couldn't help laughing, spending the morning playing with the giant Tibetan Mastiff, easing some boredom.
There were many palm trees in the yard. She gathered some branches and sat next to the Mastiff, weaving grasshoppers and dragonflies to pass the time.
As she wove, she thought of Erwin Jackson.
She wondered if Erwin would feel regretful when he found out about her "death."
Lyra didn't know yet.
The very Erwin Jackson that she suddenly thought about while weaving grass had been at Home Port Wharf for three days now.
