That reminds me of the story of Mark:
Walking on a dark and deserted street one night, he hears a faint voice the distance call his name “Mark, Mark”
He glances back, shrugs, then keeps walking.
The voice gets a little louder “Mark, Mark”. He turns & asks who’s there, and it gets a little louder, Mark, Mark.”
Now he’s a little worried and picks up the pace, but the voice keeps getting louder “Mark, Mark!”
Mark breaks into a run, but the voice just gets closer, Mark, Mark!”
He begins to hear footsteps so he turns in to an alley, exhausted, but it’s a dead-end and the voice & footsteps are right behind him “Mark, Mark!”
So he turns to face his tormenter and finds...
A hair-lipped dog.