The morning wasn't going well for me. Paul wasn't particularly patient with me today because he said that I had kept him awake last night. Last night, I stayed up late howling at the moon. Paul didn't understand that it was my turn to sing to the moon—it was my duty. I tried to make him understand, but he just gave me a rather rough pat on the head and pushed me to my bowl on the floor. It was the same old meal since I started living with Paul and his parents. Usually, he would give me scraps from his breakfast but not today. He was too annoyed with me. So, when the afternoon rolled around and I was still hungry, I wished I hadn't done my duty. <<This passage is most likely written from whose perspective?>>
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Paul's dad
Paul's turtle
Paul's dog
Paul's sister