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- November 25, 2023
Tails of Bravery: Napoleon’s Expedition to Malamute Mountain: A Napoleon PawWord Story
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Hey there, just conquered Malamute Mountain; think of it as my furry quest for personal growth. Met some quirky characters en route but resisted the siren call of hotdogs. I’ve found every rock tells a story and I’ve added mine on top of the pile. Tell Mrs. B her little general’s come back with more than just new tales – I’ve got a novel’s worth of adventure in my paws. See you at base camp. – Nap 🐾✨
So, picture this—I’m sitting on my usual perch, eyeing the kingdom of Pawsburg with the acute attention of a veteran general, although my battlefield is merely rows of flowered suburban homes and amateurishly painted picket fences. You know me as Napoleon, the Yorkshire terrier with more stories in his eyes than the library where Mrs. Penelope Barkington, my human, alphabetizes fictions and truths of the world day in, day out.
One particularly brisk morning, with the postman’s whistle still a sour note in my day, I decide it’s high time for an adventure—my own rite of passage in this dog-eat-dog world. And no better place to start than Malamute Mountain, looming in the distance like some silent guardian over Pawsburg’s picturesque horizon.
I trot my dignified trot past unsuspecting humans, past the aromatic haunt of Paw-lickin’ Pancakes, and onto the path winding towards Malamute Mountain—watery sunlight filtering through the moss-laden branches, as if winking at my audacity.
“Of all the audacious…,” whispers Princess from a sunbeam across fence lines. “Remember your stature, Nappy!” But her feline concern can’t leash me today.
The thing is, my little plush squirrels at home, though they squeak valiantly, have ceased to challenge my tactical mind—an undeniable sign I was stagnating in comfort, as all youth must outgrow. How else to grow but to throw oneself into the paws of uncertainty?
As I ascend, I meet a fellow pilgrim, Watson. Always a nose ahead, but heart perpetually lagging, worried I’d find myself in over my small but proud head. We engage in light banter; he’s got the stoicism of a monk, yet I see that tail betraying his canine joys.
“There’s a whisper of a hotdog stand just over Bloodhound Bluffs,” he informs me with a woof that smelled faintly of mustard. I feel the twinge of hunger but resist. My mission isn’t one of mere gastronomy.
We part ways at Cavalier Cove, the whispers of the past licking the shores—tales of dogs far more significant than I finding their purpose between land and sea.
I press on, the mountain giving way beneath my paws, like history relenting under scrutiny. It hits me then; this mountain, this too is my library, every rock a letter, every path a sentence, a story unfurling beneath the steps of a small but tenacious Yorkie.
As the sun sets behind me, the world below shrinks. I remember the tales Mrs. Barkington recites, heavy with human sorrow and triumph—a kaleidoscope of their ‘growing up.’ Here above Pawsburg, I feel it, the weight and lightness of my own coming of age.
I descend under the cloak of twilight, past the now-closed shops and eateries, back to my windowsill throne. The postman’s whistle will no longer be an affront, but a clarion call to all the Napoleons in their homes—princes, warriors, and sage little dogs—to grow, to brave the Malamute Mountains of their doggy worlds.
Tomorrow, Mrs. Barkington will marvel at my newfound poise, my eyes deeper pools of untold stories. And tonight, in my dreams, I’ll chase not plush squeaky toys but the wind itself—beyond Malamute Mountain, through Bloodhound Bluffs, over Cavalier Cove—finding that every dog has his day, and his tale of growing up.
So it goes.
The End.
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