He wagged his tail, mimicking Rufus's excited demeanor as he approached Marcus's mom. She crouched down and scratched his head, oblivious to the switch that had just taken place.
"Good boy, Rufus," she cooed, completely unaware that it was actually Marcus standing before her.
Inside, Marcus's heart raced with a mixture of anxiety and exhilaration. He continued to act like Rufus, responding to his family's calls and gestures, trying his best to mimic the dog's behavior and mannerisms. He knew that any slip-up could lead to revealing his secret, but he was determined to protect his extraordinary ability from his family's prying eyes.
Meanwhile, the real Rufus, true to his training, had hidden himself expertly in a thicket of bushes at the far end of the garden. He watched the scene unfold with curiosity, seemingly understanding the gravity of the situation. He tilted his head as if contemplating the strange turn of events, occasionally letting out a soft, confused bark.
Inside the house, Marcus's family seemed satisfied with the canine imposter's behavior. They patted him on the head, fed him treats, and even played fetch in the living room. As the day wore on, Marcus found himself adapting more and more to the role of Rufus, realizing just how much he had underestimated his dog's perspective and experiences.
As evening approached, Marcus's family gathered in the living room to relax. Marcus (as Rufus) lay down at their feet, basking in the warmth of their company. He watched as they chatted and laughed, feeling a mixture of guilt and longing.
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