*Sniff* Cindy is in heat again.
*Sniff* Isn’t that Fidel? I thought he died.
“Come on Albert, keep walking.”
*Sniff, sniff* You lucky bastard, getting fed sausages, are you?
“Hey old woman! Give me your purse!”
*Waggle* Why don’t you pet me? He doesn’t even look at me. Something is wrong.
*Grrrr!* Now you look at me! I might be old, but nobody hurts mother.
* Bark! Bark!* Yeah, you better run!
“Thank you Albert.” mother cries, hugging me. “When we get home, you are going to get a treat.”
*Waggle * I hope It’s sausage.
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I knew, going into this experiment, that I would have off-weeks where I just couldn’t find the story I wanted in time. And I have to accept that some of them, like this one, will be both bad and desperate. But I had fun with it, and that has to count for something, right? 😀 —-
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