Brown morning Brown morningFranck Pavloff; O'Brien Press 2003WorldCatLibraryThingGoogle BooksBookFinder 

Of course, I did spare a thought for a little boy I’d seen earlier that day. He was kneeling on the other side of the street, sobbing away to himself. On the ground in front of him, a small white dog was lying dead. But I knew he’d soon get over it. After all, it wasn’t as if dogs were forbidden. All he had to do was look for a brown one. You can even get little ones like he had. Then he’d be just like us. It feels good to know you’re on the right side of the law.