sábado, outubro 16, 2010

creative dog writing

"I sense the mailman's fear as he opened the gate. It was like a warm stench in the air – so thick you could cut it with a knife. Suddenly I felt myself growing dizzy – as if the fear was some powerful drug. The entire yard began reeling. And then I heard his soft, plump calves begin calling to me: Zeeeeek... Zeeeeek..., bite us, Zeeeeek... biiiiite uuuuusss..."
(by Zeek)

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