Darius is an Afghan of no club, the kind of pup whose silence makes the room get nervous. Pups near the council fountain say Darius once stayed up all night arguing with a piece of stitched fabric tooth, and won. There is a long running rumor that Darius once swapped a bent spoon argued to be a tiny shovel for a better story and called the trade fair. Darius keeps a private promise to leave nothing important undone before the next strange morning.