Wednesday, March 22, 2006


Three days since my last meal. It's been great knowing you all.

a Story Fragment

"Hi there! I brought you a present today!"

She smiles and looks at him as she hands her birthday present to him. She knows he would enjoy this gift. A present that was bound to make him happy.

"What is it?" He asks, as he looked inside the box.

He gasped.

"Omigosh. It's a puppy! It's a cute, cute puppy!"

"You like it?"

"Of course I like it. But is it tame?"

"Of course. It doesn't bite."

He sets the little beagle down on the floor and looks at it carefully. It looks friendly, wagging its tail, and snuggling up to him as he squats on the floor to pat its head.

And then, with no warning, he steps on its tail.

The dog yelped and ran to the far corner of the room, under the couch.

She was aghast at this senseless act of aggression. "What did you do that for?"

"I just wanted to make sure it doesn't bite. Here, dog." He replies, as he extends a hand to the nervous puppy in the corner. The beagle hesitates for a moment, and then slowly moves towards him.

Just as the poor beagle was beginning to look calm around him again, he kicks the dog. She frantically grabs him and stops him. "What the hell has gotten into you? STOP IT!!!"

He brushes her off while the dog runs back under the couch again, whimpering softly. "You know I can't take any chances. I told you before that I simply can't have a dog that bites, right?"

"But you don't have to hurt the poor puppy! It's just a puppy!"

"I don't care. I just wanted to make sure it doesn't bite."

"No! That's enough! Please!"

But he couldn't be stopped anymore. He pushes her to the floor, then casually walks up to the dog again, and kicks it repeatedly while holding it in place. The sickening thud of his foot coming into contact with the poor puppy drove her mad as she could only look on in horror. The puppy was definitely not looking good, and yet through it all, could only muster a plaintive whimper for help.

"That's good! That's good! It doesn't bite!" He said, as he slapped the beagle across its snout several. The dog's yelps were getting louder and louder. She was frozen on the spot as he continued this disturbing and heartless display.

Until finally, the puppy had enough and bit his right thumb violently. He panicked and tried to shake it off, but the puppy's viselike grip on his thumb was just too much. Without so much as batting an eyelash, he furiously lifts the puppy and slams it to the wall repeatedly until its mouth dropped open. The dog was bleeding, and as it fell to the floor, his thumb fell to the floor all the same.

A few moments later, the dog whimpered its last.

"Take your stupid dog and go. I hate it. It bites."

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