Go get help from Mom!
You quickly run into the laundry room. There, Mom is folding the family furs. You need to get her attention, so you bark.
She turns and smiles at you, but the message is not coming through. More barks. Medium speed, high intensity.
Perhaps if you showed some concern in your eyes. More concern. Hold it...hold it....that's the look, now try again. 3 barks. High speed. High intensity.
You think that might have done it. Mom responds with a "What's wrong, sweetie?" You might have been able to clearly express the situation to her, had you been trained to understand English. Unfortunately, you only speak Farsi.
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