Albert Einstein and I are very good friends. I am his loyal dog, Chico Marx. I love spending time with my beloved master and his lovely family. We all enjoy playing a game of fetch and I love belly rubs! So good!
But one day things got strange. Albert shut himself from his family and friends. I don't know why though. I reckon maybe he's just in a bad mood that's all! I come to him a lot to see how my master is feeling. He was staring into empty space all day... I don't know what to do! The best I can do is to stay with him on his bed.
It was the next day when my master started coughing on the couch. His wife panicked and calls someone on the telephone. At first I was very confused what was going on, until a group of people in white rushed into our house. They took Albert and drove away. They had taken them to the hospital.
As I watched my master's lifeless body with sadness, the door flung open and a stranger walked in with a knife. I barked and growled but he just pushed me aside as a howled for help. He was slowly getting closer to my master.
I watched as he cut open Albert's head open and lifted out a gooey, pink material out of his head. I think he mentioned under his breath that it was a brain. He sewed up then my master head up carelessly and rushed out of the room as I barked after him.
My master is gone. He is now nothing but ashes, just like he wanted. I still wondered what happend to his "brain" and who that man was.