- Dog Tales
- October 6, 2023
PawWord Story
“Snuck out, Pawsburg’s eerily glowing. Pooched Potatoes oddly carrot-dense and Snooty Snout full of tennis balls, not my lobster toy! Rosie on it too – something’s off, bro! Kibble me this, who moved my beef stew? – Brisk”
If you’d known me, you’d know that it’s not every night I’d quietly hop out of my snug wicker basket inside Mrs. Delaney’s quaint cottage and trot off into the darkness. But on the eve of the howling moon, a sense of extraordinary anticipation filled the air, it was a Pawsburg night.
Quietly, I snuck down the cobbled street as a cool seabreeze tousled my golden locks. The grand ol’ Atlantic whispered her secrets just beyond, yet tonight, her lullabies couldn’t pull me away. I was headed somewhere far more tantalising, Pawsburg.
As I ventured into the town, the once familiar Pawsburg was caught in a whirl of the uncanny. An eerie glow suffused Spotted Red Beagle Beach – a little too red tonight while distant howls echoed off the Siberian Summit. Curiosity pricked me, but I darted straight past the unusual scenes to the Pooched Potatoes. My stomach rumbled at the thought of Mrs. Delaney’s beef stew. Regrettably, the world doesn’t always serve you tender morsels. Pooched Potatoes, usually resplendent with platters of delicious grub, was oddly… carrot filled. One whiff and I bolted.
Next, I sprang into the Snooty Snout Boutique. My lobster toy had been squeaking out of tune lately. But the Boutique, tonight, was filled with … tennis balls? Tennis balls littered the floor, hung from the ceiling, filled the shelves – a grinning nightmare of faded fuzziness.
Perplexed, I bounded to the Tail Wagger’s Tailor, hoping to meet my burly friend Butch; instead, Rosie, the poodle was there draped in a fashionable piece with not a hint of her usual humour. Catching sight of me, her eyes filled with relief. “Brisk, something’s catawampus in Pawsburg”, she whimpered.
I nodded, the mysterious turn of events had not escaped me either. We pledged to uncover the strange happenings, two fabulous hounds bound in adventure and friendship. Pawsburg held many mysteries tonight, but hope grew like wildflowers in my heart. After all, that’s a dog’s life, isn’t it? Adventures, friendships, and a fair bit of the strange. So, gather round pups, the tale of Brisk’s night is just getting started.
The End.
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