What’s in the Suitcase?

The Challenge:  Write a story about the suitcase sitting on the train tracks in exactly 99 words!

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“What’s in the suitcase, Ralph?”

“Well now, ain’t that the million dollar question?”  Ralph smirked.

Dopey was jumping up and down, anxious to find out.  “Uh…what’s in the suitcase, Ralph?”  

Ralph succinctly cut his eyes to Dopey.  Dopey noticed and hushed.

Ralph looked at the suitcase, thought of the deadline, “What the hell’s taking so long!?”

As if in answer, the train’s whistle blew. 

The suitcase was railroaded, it toppled in the air, and fell open beside the tracks. 

Access

Ralph, Chihuahua-In-Chief, looked inside. 

Dopey, Big-dog-sidekick, bounced up and down behind him…

“Uh…what’s in the suitcase, Ralph?”   (99 Words)

Photo from https://miragerry.livejournal.com/160945.html

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July 26 Flash Fiction Challenge

Word of the Day:  Succinct 

Daily AdditionWord of the Day:  Access

Fandango’s One Word Challenge:  Deadline

 

 

 

 

 

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Do It In Your Bunny Slippers!

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Daily Proverb:

If you shout a pleasant greeting to your neighbor too early in the morning, it will be counted a curse!

 

Today’s proverb comes fully loaded with an exclamation mark at the end!

And it should.

Have you ever had to deal with an annoying neighbor?

Picture it…Sicily 1954… (just kidding)

It’s early, still wearing your pj’s, you open the front door to retrieve the newspaper.  Your neighbor spots the crack in your door and hollers jovially from across the street, “Good morning neighbor!  How are you this fine day?”

Keep in mind, this is early…as in PRE-coffee early!

Whatta ya do?

Always the Southern Belle, even in your bunny slippers, you fake a smile, wave and mumble “Bless their heart,” while making a b-line for the coffee pot.  OR if you’re from New England you give your best evil eye, flip them a good morning bird, and head towards the coffee pot, bunny ears flapping in the wind.

Hey Y’all, God knew what he was doing when he told Soloman to write this one down!

Don’t you just love the simplicity!

Since I’ve started this Proverb series I’m amazed at how simple they are.  It’s like you want to bop yourself on the head and say, “Why didn’t I think of that!”

I said it before and I’ll say it again:  Simple but profound.

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Summation:

Boundaries Matter!  Don’t cross them!

I don’t give a “good dag-gone” how nice you try to be…Don’t!

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Don’t be Preposterous…show some Respect!

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Word-A-Day=Respect

A few boundaries that come to mind:  (Feel free to add your own in the comments.  This should be fun)

  • Respect personal space.  If you can see my nose hairs, you’re too close.
  • Don’t drop by unannounced.  I may open the door naked to teach you a lesson.
  • Don’t let your pet poop in my yard, but if shit happens, clean it up.
  • Don’t cram your religion down my throat.  I have my own church for that.
  • Respect your side of my fence.  The other side is booby trapped.

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Remember What I Have Told You

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Sometimes it’s just too easy to forget, and the older I get the more this becomes my super-power.

I feel confident my friends over fifty can relate…hmmm…unless, of course, they have forgotten how often they forget.

It’s true, I walk into a room and forget my reason for being there.  I stand blank-eyed, trying to remember what I was just thinking about before I entered the room.  My reasoning is this, perhaps my last train of thought is what led me to this room, so if I can remember that then maybe that would jog my memory as to why I am standing helplessly looking at the contents scattered within the four walls.

One time I got out of the car, closed the door, and realized I had forgotten my phone.  Knowing I would need it later, I asked my daughter…(on the other end of the line) to wait a moment while I retrieved my phone.  (true story)

Another time, again with my daughter, I found myself stuck in the snow.

I was in the midst of helping her move just outside of Boston.  We finally finished unloading the truck and hauling her stuff up three flights of stairs, and now it was time to go out and grab a bite to eat.  Beth jumped into the passenger seat and I got behind the wheel, we were sooo tired but happy the hard stuff was over.

Well, if you’ve visited Boston in the mid of winter, you know, more than likely, snow will be upon the ground, and it was on this particular day. Thinking about a cheeseburger I cranked up the old girl (my truck), put her in drive, and proceeded to exit the parking space; however, the wheels would do nothing but spin in place.

Two hungry women on a mission would not be deterred…so I told Beth to get out and push.

When that didn’t work we dug the snow from around all four tires and tried it again…me at the wheel and Beth pushing as hard as she could.

When that didn’t work we searched for something to slide under the wheels, hoping it would give some sort of traction for the spinning wheels.  We finally found a scrap of cardboard and I put it under the left front tire, as we were parallel-parked.  We assumed the familiar position, me at the wheel and Beth, outside pushing with all her might…still the wheels did nothing but spin!

Beth, exhausted from pushing, finally stopped and came to sit beside me in the passenger seat.  We were now two hangry women.

Frustrated, I smacked my hand against the steering wheel of the truck and noticed the small red light that illuminated the word brake.

That was the last time Beth has ever asked me to help her move.

Thank God, enough time has passed so that now we can at least laugh about it.

These funny stories came to mind as I read my morning meditation.

The meditation had taken me to John chapter 14.  Here, I found Jesus talking to his friends/disciples saying,

“Remember what I have told you:  I am going away, but I will come back to you again…I have told you these things before they happen so that you will believe when they do happen.”

Jesus was telling his friends that soon he would die.  He loved them and was worried about how they would feel when he was killed.  He worried they would feel confused, abandoned and afraid all of his promises had been a lie.  So, over and over again in the four gospels, he tells them,

Remember what I have told you…”

Friends, I believe Jesus, rich in his compassion, is telling us the same thing…

“Remember what I have told you…” 

When things go wrong and people hurt us…it’s so easy to forget he is with us.  Feelings of hopelessness, loneliness, and utter despair draw us down into those dark places we created as a child to keep us safe.

How easy it is to return to that lonely stomping ground.

Jesus knew this for his disciples and presently, he knows it for us, as well.   If we could but be still in those moments and just breathe…we would hear his voice gently telling us…

“Remember what I have told you…” 

I can write this with confidence because He has put his Holy Spirit deep within us and his Spirit abides with us even our in our darkest moments.  Jesus gave us his Spirit because he loves us so much, and he doesn’t want us to be alone or feel alone.  (It’s possible to be with people but feel alone…been there done that.)   In this world, our most loved friends and family may leave us, but Jesus never will.

“…know that I am in my Father, and you are in me, and I am in you…the Father sends the Counselor…and by Counselor I mean the Holy Spirit, he will teach you everything and will remind you of everything I myself have told you.” 

“Remember what I have told you…”  (Jesus)

His Spirit moves within us…be still, breathe, and listen.

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When Amy Met Sky

original_artificial-daffodils-in-glass-vaseAmy looked around the room, and for the tenth time wished the floor would open and swallow her whole.  Being an introvert, she hated parties because she always felt awkward, and never knew what to say.  After the basic niceties of “hello…and, how are you…, she drew a blank, and usually stood looking at the individual like soon-to-be roadkill caught in the light.

“Ugh…why had she come?”  She wondered.

But Amy knew why she had come.  She had promised Rose, and she didn’t want to let her down.  Rose, her best friend, and fellow colleague from the university, had worked hard the set up this party.  In fact, for the last two months that’s all she had talked about on their morning runs.

While jogging in place at one stop light, Amy learned there would be tiny finger sandwiches filled with chicken salad and pimento cheese, and the platter of these would rest upon a daffodil table-cloth that had once belonged to her grandmother.

Then the light turned green and they would run quietly until stopped at the next light, at which time Rose picked up the conversation where she had left it at the last stoplight.  “…and of course there’ll be crystal vases of freshly cut daffodils on every table…” Another green light and off they’d go.  Amy couldn’t help but smile at her friend’s chatter.

Amy looked around the large room, and saw the mental image she had imagined for the last two months.   She knew it well and felt she could navigate the room blind, without a seeing-eye-dog.

The thought of the dog caused her to smile.  She liked dogs.  In fact, she liked them better than people.  They were loyal and you could always…always be yourself around them. They never told you, you stink…even if it had been three days gone since the last shower.  Amy giggled.  On the other hand, most people were happy say, “…you stink”…but she supposed that could be a good thing.  Amy giggled, again.

In her 32 years, Amy had also found people to be far less accepting.  At least not the ones in her life, save for Rose, of course.  Rose was different, she had listened to Amy’s story without judgement, and for that Amy had been grateful.  Other than her family, she had shared her “secret” with no one but Rose.  Rose was the first person to cry with her, and the first person to love her unconditionally…no strings attached.   Her family…not so much.

“Amy!”  “Look at you!”  “Oh my God, you’re beautiful!”

Amy looked up from her reverie, and saw her best friend coming towards her with a gigantic smile, and arms wide open.  In that moment Amy was glad she had come.

Amy returned the smile, and barely got out “Rose” before she was engulfed within Rose’s warm embrace.  Rose always gave the best hugs.  She held you tight like she’d not seen you in years, you could actually feel her heart quicken, so there was no doubt of her happiness to see you.  Amy felt blessed to have Rose in her life…a life that had once been drab and lonely.

The two loosened their embrace, but still clung to one another.  Rose surveyed Amy, and Amy surveyed Rose.

Rose’s orange hair, usually in a pony-tail, hung loose around her pale shoulders.  The freckles splashed across her nose were practically invisible, but Amy knew they were there.  It was only yesterday the two had run four miles under a bright sun, and the baseball cap on Rose’s head had helped to protect her delicate skin, but the freckles on her nose had been angry, and protested against the sun’s hot rays.  Rose always hid them with makeup while teaching at the university, but by the end of the day, the coat of foundation she had bathed them in faded, so that they were visible for all to see.

Amy loved Rose’s freckles because they so aptly fit her green eyes, and bubbly personality.

Rose pulled Amy close again, and kissed her cheek.

“I’m so glad you came,” she whispered.

Amy lied, and said, “Me too.”

“C’mon I’ve got someone I want you to meet.”

Rose took her hand and led her deeper into the crowded room.  Amy inwardly sighed.  She knew the real torture was about to begin.

Almost everyone called out to Rose as they passed.

“Great party Rose!”

“Hey Rose, you got to see this…”

“Rose, who catered?  The food is…”

“What’s the DJ’s name…DAMN he’s cute!”

Rose smiled at each, and held up a number one with the pointer finger of her right hand.  Everyone knew it meant, “in a minute,” and so they drank more wine and waited patiently for their turn.

Rose and Amy stopped abruptly, just short of the bar. A rowdy raucous between a big burly man, and a slender blonde was playing out in front of them.

The woman’s frame was small, but very athletic.  Both were sitting on the bar stools, and both were holding a filled shot glass in the air.  The bartender slapped the bar and said, “go!”  The woman downed hers first, and started on the next one, of the four set before her.  She finished the second as the burly man was turning his first shot glass upside-down, and reaching for his second.  The woman wasted no time in downing number three, and paused for only a second to burp.  After the burp, she threw down the contents of the last shot glass, and slammed it down hard upon the bar.  By the time the woman yelled, “DONE!,” the man was just reaching for his fourth glass.  He cursed and set the filled glass back on the bar, spilling some of its contents.  Disgusted, he walked away.  The woman smiled.  She reached for his last shot glass and wasted no time tossing its contents down her throat.  Again, she burped and then said, “Who’s next?”

Amy stood, stunned.  She couldn’t take her eyes off of the woman at the bar.

Her athletic build was clothed in a white Oxford shirt, faded jeans, and black boots.  Tanned arms escaping the rolled-up sleeves were lean, each muscle well-defined.  Her short blonde hair was spiked on top, not in a “Mad-Max” kind of way, but just enough to command attention.  Amy noticed the woman smiled and laughed easily, and her blue eyes sparkled, not the least bit dulled by all the booze she had downed.

“Who in the hell is that?”  Amy whispered.

“That’s who I want you to meet,” said Rose.

As if she overheard, the woman at the bar turned to catch Amy staring.

The woman smiled at Amy, and Amy felt as if she would fall to the floor.  They held each other’s eyes for what seemed forever, before she stood, and walked towards Amy and Rose.

“Rosie!”  The woman gave Rose a quick kiss on the lips.

“How the hell are you?”  The woman hugged Rose and added, “It’s been too damn long!”

“And whose fault is that?” asked Rose.

“The road’s fault of course.” the woman said without hesitation.  “Mid May to mid August the damn thing has a habit of taking me all over the states!  But…I guess I could have called…sorry…”  she tilted her head and asked, “still friends?”

Rose pursed her lips as if she were trying to decide.

“C’mon Rosie…Pleeeeeeeeeeeese,” the woman begged with a million-dollar smile spread across her face.

Rose burst out laughing.

“Sky…how the hell can I stay mad at you?”

Amy thought it impossible, but the woman’s smile grew more radiant.

Rose noticed as well and said sternly, “…wipe that damn smile off your face!”

They both laughed and gave each other another hug.

Amy stood watching, feeling a bit like a third wheel.  As if Rose had read Amy’s mind, she turned to Amy, put an arm around her, and pulled her close.

“Sky, I’d like you to meet a dear friend of mine.”

Sky looked at Amy and winked.  “I thought I’d already met all of your dearest friends…?”

“Seeeeeeee what can happen in only a few months…”  Rose chided.

Sky looked chagrined for only a moment, then stepped closer to Amy and gently took her hands.

“Forgive me, I’m Skylar Shannon, and I’m very pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Amy stared into the blue eyes looking at her.  No words came to her mind, so she just stood… staring.

After a brief moment of awkwardness, Rose came to Amy’s rescue,

“This is Amy!  Amy Merrigan!  We only met a few of months ago, but I feel as if I’ve known her all my life.  She’s an artist extraordinaire, a damn good running partner, and a very VERY special woman!”

Amy flushed, and heard her heartbeat echoing within her chest.  She wondered if they could hear it as well.

Still holding Amy’s hands, Sky smiled into the brown eyes staring back at her.

After long awkward pause, Amy finally found her voice and said,

“Uh…I’m Amelia Merrigan, and I teach at the university with Rose.”

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He watched the two women laughing in the luminescent light.  He couldn’t watch them without gritting his teeth.  For a moment he feared someone would hear his teeth grinding, but a quick look around assured  him he was alone in his dark corner of the room.

“Amy…you know better…” he muttered through clinched teeth.

“You were raised better than this,” he added, and then cursed under his breath.

He heard the women laughing, and saw the blonde reach over to take Amy’s hands in hers.  Hot anger flowed through his body like lava, and for a moment the thought of spontaneous combustion entered his psyche.  At that, he almost laughed, but a quick hand clamped over his mouth and snuffed it out.

“…probably not a bad way to go,”  he pondered, “…talk about going out in a blaze of glory…”  Again, the hand covered his mouth…  but, oh…how he laughed inside…heartily and robust he laughed and laughed.  The hilarity was so deafening he thought his head would explode.

All the while he sat quietly in his dark corner, gritting his teeth, and plotting his evil plan.

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To read more about Amy and Sky visit my other blog Creepy Reflections

 

A Day in the Life of Bagsby Jones, Bull Dog P.I.

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Bagsby Jones, Bull Dog Private Investigator, was on the case!

He wrinkled his brow, sniffed the air, and vigorously kicked his hind legs.  He rarely took the time to relieve himself while on the job, but, this particular deposit had been necessary.  Call it an emergency that couldn’t wait, or, an accident waiting to happen; either would be true.  Feeling his tummy rumble, he grimaced, and vowed to pass by the next road kill.  Bagsby surmised it must have lain in the sun for too long.  He vowed the next time he came by such a find, he’d take it home to the cat.  He snickered at the thought.

Bagsby scanned the busy street, and was relieved to find that his target had yet to round the corner of Big Bills Butcher Shop.  He was so thankful the poop stop had not hindered the mission at hand, that he sent up a silent “thank you” to Pooch Heaven.

All four of Bagsby’s short, but muscular legs, carried his stocky, body towards the perfect hideout.  He had spent weeks watching and calculating the moves of the big guy, and Bagsby was confident this was the perfect place for the ambush.

Stifling a bark of laughter, Bagsby began to back into a small space between two large trash cans.  This maneuver proved difficult, as the space was quite small.  He grunted a cuss word, or two, and wiggled his booty back and forth, until he finally squeezed into the tiny opening.  Had it only been yesterday that he had been able to back in with ease?  Bagsby was baffled, until he remembered the road kill, and realized the tainted stuff must have given him gas.  A repetitious rumble, sneaked out his back door, giving credence to his assumption.  The confined space captured the ripe fragrance, and wafted it to his nose.  Bagsby curled his upper lip, scowled, and cursed the road kill, but then he thought about the cat, and smiled.

His mischievous day dream, of poisoning the cat, dissipated at the sound of a distant whistle.   Harmonious whistling had always preceded the big guy’s approach.  Bagsby, reigned in his thoughts to the task at hand.  He knew his target was close, so he tensed his body, and readied himself for the ambush.  Sure enough, the whistling grew louder as the target rounded the butcher shop.  After a moment he could hear the big guy’s footsteps, so he hunkered closer to the ground, in preparation for the attack.  Bagsby could barely contain his excitement.

“Wait for it…wait for it…not yet,” he chided….wait for it…wait… ”

Then it happened!  Shoe leather, and blue fabric entered his field of vision.  Without hesitation, Bagsby lunged his bull-dog frame forward, but his bloated body wedged to a halt.  The noise startled the big guy dressed in blue, and when he caught sight of Bagsby ricocheting between the two trash cans, he screamed, and ran down the busy sidewalk, dodging the passerby’s.

Bagsby feared his target would escape, but adrenalin and another slippage of gas propelled him forward, toppling over both trash cans.  He hit the ground running, booking it in the direction of the fleeing man.  When he was within striking distance he jumped with teeth bared and jowls flapping in the wind.

Bagsby came down on all fours, with a mouth full of leather.  Proud of his conquest, he vigorously shook the leather bag, spraying a cascade of stamped envelopes to the wind.  Bagsby dropped the satchel, sat on his haunches, and smiled.  He enjoyed watching the array of colors fall all around him.

After they had settled, Bagsby knew it was time for his finishing touch.  He waddled over to the leather bag, and for the first time, he noticed it had the big guy’s name stitched on the front.  Bagsby saddled up close, lifted his hind leg, and christened Mr. Newman’s mail bag.

Afterwards, he kicked his hind legs, and happily headed towards home, after all, he had a cat to feed.

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No reprieve in a dog’s life!

Well Now…Isn’t That Embarrassing!

(The challenge:  Write something using a one word prompt.  The word:  Embarrassing )

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scene I:  subject (author) is alone writing a list of her most embarrassing moments

“Hmmm…what are my most embarrassing moments?  Several scenarios come to mind…but which to choose…which one to choose…?   Hmmm…let me think…okaaaaaay… maybe I could write about…

  • all the times I’ve barged into a room only to see someone naked
  • the time I was caught mooning my cousins
  • the time my grandma spanked my bare bottom
  • the time  I was bullied in kindergarten because my banana was too ripe
  • the time I couldn’t hold my water in second grade
  • the time my hand was smacked by the principal in second grade
  • all the times I wet the bed
  • the time I burst out crying in church because the pastor said Elvis went to hell
  • the time I was so scared that I forgot my memory verse and cried in front of the whole congregation
  • all the times I sat through sermons on homosexuality, knowing in my heart I was gay
  • the times in school when some bully said I had been beat with an “ugly stick”
  • the times I was bullied for having red hair and freckles
  • the time as a teenager, I parried an imaginary sword -in my underwear- across the baptistery, unaware of the on-going chapel service
  • the time I fell off the treadmill because someone flirted with me

AND…saving the best (or should I say the worst) for last…

  • the time I passed gas in church…unfortunate for me the chair was aluminum

 

scene II:  subject is still sitting alone and pondering

“I guess I could write about one or maybe a little something about all…should I or shouldn’t I…?  Nah…I’m just way too embarrassed for anyone to know.”

scene III:  subject gets up for more coffee…cat walks across lap-top accidentally pressing the “publish” key.  

closing scene:  fades to blush red

-Fin-

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Welcome To My World

Daily Prompt:  Write whatever you normally write about, and weave into the mix song titles. 

My response:  Welcome To My World

 

Luna punched my face with “The Eye Of The Tiger”  so I said goodbye to sleep, rolled out of bed and asked her, “What’s New Pussycat?”  She swished her tail, ran like like “Bat Out of Hell” and slid  into the kitchen like a “Wrecking Ball” of fur.

Like a “Zombie” I followed, but not as fast as she.  I stumbled to my Kurig with a slow “Locomotion” and got it to perk with “Good Vibrations.”

“After The Lov’n” of warm cup of Joe,  I gather the trash because it’s Tuesday.  “I Walk The Line” from door to curb and bid a “Bye, Bye, Love” to the trash, I laid and left it lying there like a “Refugee”  Back at the house I “Turn, Turn, Turn” to make sure no trash was a  “Blowing In The Wind.”

A pair of eyes, from a fat beagle dog, was busy “looking Out My Backdoor.”  I opened the door and said, “Hello Dolly” “You Light Up My Life” even though you ain’t nothing but a “Hound Dog.”

I caught my dingo, doing the “Boogie Ooogie” and “Rocking Around The Christmas Tree.”  She saw me watching, and grinned  as if the say, “The Bitch Is Back” and “Oops I Did it Again.”

I chuckled and said, “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”…”Just Dance!”  Go ahead and “Party Like It’s 1999!”

“Welcome To My World”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Day In The Life of Bagsby Jones: Bull Dog P.I.

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Bagsby Jones, Bull Dog Private Investigator, was on the case!

He wrinkled his brow, sniffed the air, and vigorously kicked his hind legs.  He rarely took the time to relieve himself while on the job, but, this particular deposit had been necessary.  Call it an emergency that couldn’t wait, or, an accident waiting to happen; either would be true.  Feeling his tummy rumble, he grimaced, and vowed to pass by the next road kill.  Bagsby surmised it must have lain in the sun for too long.  He vowed the next time he came by such a find, he’d take it home to the cat.  He snickered at the thought.

Bagsby scanned the busy street, and was relieved to find that his target had yet to round the corner of Big Bills Butcher Shop.  He was so thankful the poop stop had not hindered the mission at hand, that he sent up a silent “thank you” to Pooch Heaven.

All four of Bagsby’s short, but muscular legs, carried his stocky, body towards the perfect hideout.  He had spent weeks watching and calculating the moves of the big guy, and Bagsby was confident this was the perfect place for the ambush.

Stifling a bark of laughter, Bagsby began back into a small space between two large trash cans.  This maneuver proved difficult, as the space was quite small.  He grunted a cuss word, or two, and wiggled his booty back and forth, until he finally squeezed into the tiny opening.  Had it only been yesterday that he had been able to back in with ease?  Bagsby was baffled, until he remembered the road kill, and realized the tainted stuff must have given him given him gas.  A repetitious rumble, sneaked out his back door, giving credence to his assumption.  The confined space captured the ripe fragrance, and wafted it to his nose.  Bagsby curled his upper lip, scowled, and cursed the road kill, but then he thought about the cat, and smiled.

His mischievous day dream, of poisoning the cat, dissipated at the sound of a distant whistle.   Harmonious whistling had always preceded the big guy’s approach.  Bagsby, reigned in his thoughts to the task at hand.  He knew his target was close, so he tensed his body, and readied himself for the ambush.  Sure enough, the whistling grew louder as the target rounded the butcher shop.  After a moment he could hear the big guy’s footsteps, so he hunkered closer to the ground, in preparation for the attack.  Bagsby could barely contain his excitement.

“Wait for it…wait for it…not yet,” he chided….wait for it…wait… ”

Then it happened!  Shoe leather, and blue fabric entered his field of vision.  Without hesitation, Bagsby lunged his bull-dog frame forward, but his bloated body wedged to a halt.  The noise startled the big guy dressed in blue, and when he caught sight of Bagsby ricocheting between the two trash cans, he screamed, and ran down the busy sidewalk, dodging the passerby’s.

Bagsby feared his target would escape, but adrenalin and another slippage of gas propelled him forward, toppling over both trash cans.  He hit the ground running, booking it in the direction of the fleeing man.  When he was within striking distance he jumped with teeth bared and jowls flapping in the wind.

Bagsby came down on all fours, with a mouth full of leather.  Proud of his conquest, he vigorously shook the leather bag, spraying a cascade of stamped envelopes to the wind.  Bagsby dropped the satchel, sat on his haunches, and smiled.  He enjoyed watching the array of colors fall all around him.

After they had settled, Bagsby knew it was time for his finishing touch.  He waddled over to the leather bag, and for the first time, he noticed it had the big guy’s name stitched on the front.  Bagsby saddled up close, lifted his hind leg, and christened Mr. Newman’s mail bag.

Afterwards, he kicked his hind legs, and happily headed towards home, after all, he had a cat to feed.

 

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