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One of Those Days
Part 23
I Know What you did Last Night!
Chriss performed her morning rounds when she heard the frightened yelping coming from the child's room. She quickly ducked into the door to find the small chihuahua boy yelping in his sleep. His tossing had thrown his covers off and he shivered in chill. Gently, she pulled the cover back over the little boy, his shivering stopped and he opened his eyes, looking around worriedly.
“How's our little hero today?” she said soothingly.
“Am I dead?” he asked
“No!” she giggled, “Look you have visitors!” the poodle stepped aside, and three figures entered the doorway, Jose recognized them all, mama, papa, and... the lady porcupine!
Jose shrank back into the sheets. “I am soon to be very dead!”
“My little Jose, you are awake!” cried Maria, she immediately moved to nuzzle her son.
“My little man!” beamed Ramon, taking his son's hand.
The small chihuahua felt temporarily confused. “You don't want to kill me?”
“No, son, there's plenty of time for that, later!” Ramon smiled. The little chihuahua's eyes grew wide in horror, Maria shot her husband an acid look.
“No son, Miss Merai, here, she explained everything!” Maria stroked her son's forehead, as Merai blushed and smiled.
Gron was not the smartest pup to be produced by his mother and her mate du jour. Actually, the large dirty brown pit-bull fairly proved the inverse proportionality law between brains and brawn. Trakkz, the leader of the Doggz of War liked him around because he was easy to manipulate, and nigh unstoppable in a fistfight.
Gron laughed at the struggling porcupine in his arms, it made him feel funny. Drugs and booze made him feel funny too, and Trakkz promised them lots of both once they got the pretty girl and her car.
Things started off simply enough. The runt took the fall for letting the air out of her tire, then they would get nice things from the girl for helping her out. That didn't happen. Another porcupine showed up and went nuts, Trakkz put him down. The wolf had almost finished the porcupine off when the runt flew in from out of nowhere. The chihuahua hit Trakkz in the knees just as he pulled the trigger. Gron heard the smaller dog yelp as Trakks fought for his balance. Then Gron heard something behind him.
The three operational brain cells in the pit bull's head clicked together. Playing in front of Mr. Alexander's store was a bad idea. Mr. Alexander was crazy, he did crazy things like try to get kids off the street by getting them jobs, trying to keep them in school, working with the local churches to form pansy youth groups.
Then there was what he did right now:
The huge bear charged down the street brandishing a vintage World War I trench gun, tipped with a very sharp looking eight-inch bayonet. “GET DOWN, GET DOWN NOW! LET HER GO!!!” the bear roared.
Part 23
I Know What you did Last Night!
Chriss performed her morning rounds when she heard the frightened yelping coming from the child's room. She quickly ducked into the door to find the small chihuahua boy yelping in his sleep. His tossing had thrown his covers off and he shivered in chill. Gently, she pulled the cover back over the little boy, his shivering stopped and he opened his eyes, looking around worriedly.
“How's our little hero today?” she said soothingly.
“Am I dead?” he asked
“No!” she giggled, “Look you have visitors!” the poodle stepped aside, and three figures entered the doorway, Jose recognized them all, mama, papa, and... the lady porcupine!
Jose shrank back into the sheets. “I am soon to be very dead!”
“My little Jose, you are awake!” cried Maria, she immediately moved to nuzzle her son.
“My little man!” beamed Ramon, taking his son's hand.
The small chihuahua felt temporarily confused. “You don't want to kill me?”
“No, son, there's plenty of time for that, later!” Ramon smiled. The little chihuahua's eyes grew wide in horror, Maria shot her husband an acid look.
“No son, Miss Merai, here, she explained everything!” Maria stroked her son's forehead, as Merai blushed and smiled.
Gron was not the smartest pup to be produced by his mother and her mate du jour. Actually, the large dirty brown pit-bull fairly proved the inverse proportionality law between brains and brawn. Trakkz, the leader of the Doggz of War liked him around because he was easy to manipulate, and nigh unstoppable in a fistfight.
Gron laughed at the struggling porcupine in his arms, it made him feel funny. Drugs and booze made him feel funny too, and Trakkz promised them lots of both once they got the pretty girl and her car.
Things started off simply enough. The runt took the fall for letting the air out of her tire, then they would get nice things from the girl for helping her out. That didn't happen. Another porcupine showed up and went nuts, Trakkz put him down. The wolf had almost finished the porcupine off when the runt flew in from out of nowhere. The chihuahua hit Trakkz in the knees just as he pulled the trigger. Gron heard the smaller dog yelp as Trakks fought for his balance. Then Gron heard something behind him.
The three operational brain cells in the pit bull's head clicked together. Playing in front of Mr. Alexander's store was a bad idea. Mr. Alexander was crazy, he did crazy things like try to get kids off the street by getting them jobs, trying to keep them in school, working with the local churches to form pansy youth groups.
Then there was what he did right now:
The huge bear charged down the street brandishing a vintage World War I trench gun, tipped with a very sharp looking eight-inch bayonet. “GET DOWN, GET DOWN NOW! LET HER GO!!!” the bear roared.
Hope this doesn't come across too disjointed, now we get to see the rest of the story as events unfolded before Alexander's Auto! =^^=
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Very funny expressions!