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Inside the cozy living room on a bright afternoon, Arlo crouches behind a billowing window curtain, only his white-tipped tail poking out. Sunlight streaks across the wooden floor and his face shows a playful grin.
Arlo, brown with a white chest patch, loved hide-and-seek. "Ready?" he yipped. "Where's Arlo?" rustled the breeze. "¿Dónde está Arlo?" "Où est Arlo?" He slipped behind the curtain, tail-tip peeking.
In the lamplit dining room at dusk, Arlo squeezes under the wooden table, eyes wide and nose twitching. A jumble of overturned laundry baskets forms a make-shift fortress beside him.
Under the table, Arlo tried not to sneeze. "Arf... shh!" he whispered to himself. "Where's Arlo?" echoed from the hallway. "Wo ist Arlo?" "阿洛在哪儿？" He scampered to a laundry-basket fortress.
Outside in the sun-soaked backyard at midday, Arlo burrows into loose soil beside bright marigold clusters, muzzle dusted with dirt. The weathered garden shed casts a short shadow behind him.
In the sunny yard, Arlo burrowed beside marigolds. "No peeking!" he chirped. "Where's Arlo?" sang the birds. "आर्लो कहाँ है?" "Arlo yuko wapi?" He sneezed—oops!—and dashed behind the shed again.
Just inside the front doorway in golden late-day light, Arlo emerges with tail thumping against the doorframe, mouth open in a triumphant bark. The hallway walls shimmer softly in the warm glow.
By the door, Arlo popped out, tail thumping. "Here I am!" he cheered. The house still giggled, "Where's Arlo?" "أين أرلو؟" "アーロはどこ？" "Found me!" Arlo barked, ready for another round.