Gotta Have That Bacon!

[duskbecomesher]

Enma wasn’t sure how he made it up this very tall tree, but he was grateful the branch was strong enough to hold his weight. His lungs burned and his heart wanted to give out from exhaustion, but at the moment he was safe so he didn’t care as he looked for an opening to make his exit. His legs dangled just out of reach of the snarling dogs down below and boy did they look hungry. “Every day.. every day there’s more dogs.” He didn’t understand and he would’ve tried to figure out why all the dogs in the neighborhood hated him so much, if he wasn’t already making such an effort to stay on the tree.

Earlier that day and every early day since the idea had struck him, Julie is getting the bacon ready to slip into Enma’s back pockets. After all, dogs enjoyed fresh bacon.