"Hey, Grandpa!" Suddenly, Zhu Jiang, leaning on his shovel with one hand, waved to Zhu Dashan with the other. "Come take a look!"
Zhu Dashan walked over to Zhu Jiang's side, where he saw Zhu Jiang pointing at Black Tiger. "Grandpa," Zhu Jiang asked, "look at that dog. Is one of its legs lame?"
"Well, I'll be! You're right!" Only then did Zhu Dashan notice that Black Tiger wasn't putting much weight on one leg and was walking with a limp.
Zhu Dashan walked quickly toward Black Tiger, but when the dog saw him approaching, it hurriedly trotted off in the opposite direction.
"Don't run! I'm not going to hit you," Zhu Dashan yelled at Black Tiger. But his shouting only made the dog run faster.
"This is bad!" Zhu Dashan turned back, shaking his head at Zhu Jiang. "He probably hurt it running around just now. Now we're in trouble. We borrowed this dog, and we got it injured. How are we going to explain this to his owner!"
