The Evil One
Daddy come home early from work today. He let me come outside with him while he tore apart some wooden crate things. I was wagging and happy to be outside. It was a nice day.
Then, all of the sudden, the hairs on my back tingled, then rose. I could sense him. The evil one. He comes to the house almost every day. Walks up to the door and then leaves. I see him do this to other people's houses as well. He's evil. I know he is. He's scoping out the houses so he can break in. The other dogs in the neighborhood agree with me.
I sensed he was near. Maybe at the house next door. I crept up to the side of the house. Slowely, low to the ground. Creeping. I could hear him walking. Suddenly, I saw him. He saw me. He knew he was in trouble. He started backing away. I let loose. I started yelling and I charged him. He started to run.
Then...
"HOMER!!!! #(*#&$#!!! GET OVER HERE!!!"
Damn, Daddy saw me. Caught me trying to attack. Daddy doesn't know that the "male man" is evil. But I know he is. He doesn't know that he comes to the house every day and then leaves without coming in. I knew that if I attacked, Dad would get on to me. So, saddened by the fact that I almost had him, I slinked back to the porch. I looked over my shoulder and gave him a look of warning. Next time, he won't be so lucky.
Then, all of the sudden, the hairs on my back tingled, then rose. I could sense him. The evil one. He comes to the house almost every day. Walks up to the door and then leaves. I see him do this to other people's houses as well. He's evil. I know he is. He's scoping out the houses so he can break in. The other dogs in the neighborhood agree with me.
I sensed he was near. Maybe at the house next door. I crept up to the side of the house. Slowely, low to the ground. Creeping. I could hear him walking. Suddenly, I saw him. He saw me. He knew he was in trouble. He started backing away. I let loose. I started yelling and I charged him. He started to run.
Then...
"HOMER!!!! #(*#&$#!!! GET OVER HERE!!!"
Damn, Daddy saw me. Caught me trying to attack. Daddy doesn't know that the "male man" is evil. But I know he is. He doesn't know that he comes to the house every day and then leaves without coming in. I knew that if I attacked, Dad would get on to me. So, saddened by the fact that I almost had him, I slinked back to the porch. I looked over my shoulder and gave him a look of warning. Next time, he won't be so lucky.