Urgent, but not menacing?
Nothing menacing, it seemed; it appeared to be someone diminuitive who knew Osso and was asking for sanctuary for a few weeks.
Thinking silently as he looked down at his flapjacks " These sure do look like they are fresh off hillary's chest".. and shuddering.
This is what the person at the door said?
(sorry folks, I am not feeling 'with it' on this story, exhausted after zee art opening, could we just start a new one?)
(so, a new one...)
A quick brown dog scooted across the moors.
His testicles dragged on the ground, causing him excruciating pain, but Scout could not, would not stop.
Scout would never stop; as he was a dog under the influence of a love that moved the sun and other stars in bygone years.
There was a full moon, and by morning Scout would be fully human once again.
It was a heartbreaking story, how he had turned into a dog, and all but one person did not know it.
Scout stopped for a moment, threw his head back, and howled deeply and longingly at the moon, then reflected on how ridiculous he would look doing this in human form.
Scout rembered fondly his younger days and how he was still able to stand on 2 feet.
Then Scout remembered the fateful night when he was bitten by a mysterious wolf, and how it had changed not only his physical form, but his entire life.
The night was young and the moon was yellow.
He pulled in to the Drive In at the corner of Magnolia and Route 1.
His love, Elinor, was with him that night; slouching, he remembered, on her seat with a pensive look in her eyes.
The car hop bounded up to his window with a set of menus.
Scout lovingly offered to buy anything for Elinor, but she was not enthusiastic, to say the least, for reasons that Scout did not know.
'I can't love you,' she said, wistfully; 'my heart is with Linton.'
