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- December 3, 2023
The Eclair Escapade: How Hank Outwitted the Shadows of Pawsburgh: A Hank PawWord Story
Yo! It’s The Houndini, strutting outta the spookiest tail in Pawsburgh. Summoned bravery, dodged a shadow, saved the gang with a purloined éclair, and got an earful from Whiskers. All’s well that ends with a wag in your tail! 🐾😎 – Hank
Ah, it’s me, Hank. I remember it like it was just yesterday’s kibble—though it was a peculiar night that’d make you tuck your tail between your legs.
I was sauntering down Lhasa Lane, the cool Pawsburgh breeze brushing through my fur, when the moon, big and round like a well-flung frisbee, cast eerie shadows across my path. There’s something about Pawsburgh when bathed under the lunar glow—it whispers secrets and murmurs tales older than the chew toys buried in Mrs. Fuzzbottom’s backyard.
Max, Bella, and I had been uncorking a bit of mischief at Pawfect Pastries, with Bella boasting she could snatch the last éclair without Mrs. Snout, the French Bulldog proprietor, so much as lifting her whiskers. I watched, savoring the anticipation; trouble was, after all, my occasional companion.
As Bella made her move, a cold gust sliced through the warmth of the bakery, and the door creaked open with the shudder of a dog during a thunderstorm. A shadow slunk in, shapeless and sinister, its not-so-pitter-pattering feet sounding against the floorboard. It was then I knew something was off, about as off as Whiskers chasing his own tail.
We bolted, making a beeline for The Doggie Daycare, where I reckoned we’d find safety in numbers, but that shadow, it hounded us, growing larger and more desperate with every moment. Bella, whipping her head back and forth as her herding instincts kicked in, barked, “Keep going! The daycare has a talisman against bad juju!” If Bella was worried, we were in a heap of trouble bigger than the pile of bones behind Setter’s Steakhouse.
Upon hitting the doors of the daycare, a blinding light enveloped us, and there stood Whiskers, solemn as a judge at a cat show, his furry face etched with concern. “The spirits of Pawsburgh are restless tonight, and fear not the binding of sunlight. You trespassed where paws dare not wander. Tonight, the boundaries have since been squandered.”
A chill nipped at my spine. I didn’t have much truck with the supernatural, but there was no denying the creepy-crawlies sneaking under my coat. “We didn’t mean to,” I whined, my muscular form trembling like a leaf on Eskimo Estuary.
“You must return what was taken,” Whiskers commanded, the wise old cat reminding me that knowledge sometimes comes atop silent paws.
We retraced our steps, the light from the daycare dwindling behind us as we marched towards Pawfect Pastries. Bella pawed the last éclair from her hidden pocket, and we placed it ceremoniously back in the display, hoping the shadow would accept our peace offering.
The shadow danced like a leaf in a storm, then, as swiftly as a cat’s pounce, it vanished. A gentle purr filled the air, and from the darkness, Mrs. Snout’s voice cooed, “Merci, mes enfants.”
I guess you could say, between head pats and tempests, there’s not much an old dog like me can’t handle—with a bit of help from friends and the whispering wisdom of a cat.
They say Pawsburgh’s got a little magic at every street corner. I say, watch where you wag your tail and mind the tales told beneath the moon’s gaze.
So, for all you pups out there, that’s the tail of how I nearly turned into a ghost’s chew toy. And let me tell you, it makes the hair on my neck stand up just retelling it. Whiskers, he tells me I’ve got nine lives after that night. But I figure I’m just plain lucky or maybe just too stubborn for the supernatural. Either way, I’m Hank, and this is one adventure I’m happy to keep behind me, like a tail I’m not chasing anymore.
The End.
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