“Daddy…” the tiny child sniffled over Fido’s grave. “Why is Rover still alive? He’s older than Fido, it’s not fair.”
“Who?” Daddy absently responded. He wasn’t sure whether to wait for his wife or call Debbie, that hot widow…
Dad sighed and kneeled, facing the boy. “Fido was a purebred. He didn’t have other breeds in him like Rover. They have a shorter life span. Mutts live longer because they are mixed.” He stood up and inhaled the southern air.
“That’s why, my son, you are interracial.”