May 27, 2005 08:46
* The silver stalked flowers sway in the wind. Thier crystaline petals ring like tiny golden bells. Thier pungent perfume is intoxicating.
Krypto watches them mezmorized. He's lays a scant few inches outside the garden's perimiter. He's trying to be good.
But those flowers... he crawls a little closer.
Sooo inviting, swaying there.
Begging to be chewed on.. just a bit closer.
Maybe just to sniff them.
His tounge sneaks out as he licks the pollen.
He looks about.
Maybe just one..
"Broadcasting on agreed-upon emergency frequency. Mayday. Repeat, Mayday. The Fortress is under attack. The Fortress is under attack. Superman, reinforcements would seem to be in order in a BIG way--"
John.
Krypto..."
The dog of Krypton is gone, leaving a wake of wind behind him. The flowers are safe for at least another day...
hugo anders-weaving,
krypto