Vignette
A glorious day at the park - sun shining, birds chirping, and lots of families picnicking while they can enjoy the weather.
A young, dark-haired man is approached by a collie, which sudden;y emerges form the bushes, barking.
"Whoa, hey there, fella.. nice doggie."
The dog speaks up, snidely. "Don't 'nice doggie' me, you pickpocket!"
The man's eyes grow wide. "Hey.. whoa.. you saw.. and you can.."
The collie rolls its eyes, and sits down. "Yeah, yeah. I can talk, I saw you take the wallet. And if you don't take it right back over to that guy, I'm going to go have a chat with that cop on the other side of the park and let him 'collar' you."
About half of the speech was sinking in, the man babbling incoherently. "But.. the.. talk.. dog.."
The dog chuckles. "What's that, Lassie? Timmy fell down a well?"
Panicking, the man runs off, towards the victim of his earlier crime, wallet held forth, mumbling apologetically all the way. "Dog told me to give this back..."
The collie's form begins to flow like water, taking on the shape of a white-headed man in a garish costume - who promptly doubles over with laughter, slapping his knee.
He wipes away a tear of mirth. "Ooh, I love the dog bit. Gets'em every time.."
He strolls back into the bushes, whistling 'Merry Go Round Broke Down'.
A young, dark-haired man is approached by a collie, which sudden;y emerges form the bushes, barking.
"Whoa, hey there, fella.. nice doggie."
The dog speaks up, snidely. "Don't 'nice doggie' me, you pickpocket!"
The man's eyes grow wide. "Hey.. whoa.. you saw.. and you can.."
The collie rolls its eyes, and sits down. "Yeah, yeah. I can talk, I saw you take the wallet. And if you don't take it right back over to that guy, I'm going to go have a chat with that cop on the other side of the park and let him 'collar' you."
About half of the speech was sinking in, the man babbling incoherently. "But.. the.. talk.. dog.."
The dog chuckles. "What's that, Lassie? Timmy fell down a well?"
Panicking, the man runs off, towards the victim of his earlier crime, wallet held forth, mumbling apologetically all the way. "Dog told me to give this back..."
The collie's form begins to flow like water, taking on the shape of a white-headed man in a garish costume - who promptly doubles over with laughter, slapping his knee.
He wipes away a tear of mirth. "Ooh, I love the dog bit. Gets'em every time.."
He strolls back into the bushes, whistling 'Merry Go Round Broke Down'.