- Dog Tales
- February 16, 2024
Bark and Beam: Barbossa’s Close Encounter in Spencerville: A Barbossa PawWord Story
“Hey Mom, you won’t believe my day! Basically, I’m now Barbossa, the extraterrestrial-talking Great Dane of Spencerville. Stood face-to-face with aliens and negotiated peace over a potential burger banquet. I’ve gone from local beach bum to interstellar diplomat. Tail’s wagging, the town’s cheering, and I’m about to chow down on a celebratory burger. Spencerville is safe again, thanks to yours truly. Hugs and slobbers, Bosie 🐾”
Well now, ’twas a day unlike any other in the venerable town of Spencerville when the sky above Brown Boxer Beach did darken and churn as if it had swallowed a storm. I, Barbossa, loped through the streets with the leisurely aplomb befitting a Great Dane of my stature, when a shimmering sheet of light split the heavens asunder.
Aliens, ye say? Why, the very notion seems fit for the pages of a fantastic tome, but there they were, descending like a fleet of fireflies at a moonlit barn dance. The townsfolk of Spencerville, a convivial assembly of canines of all stripes and spots, did pause on their daily jaunts. Even the cats, notoriously indifferent, flicked their tails with an interest that bordered on concern.
Now, comrades of mine, knowing well my timorous ways, may rightly wonder how I received these intergalactic visitors. ‘Twas with a sturdy heart, though my insides did a fair impression of a squirrel caught in a downpour; nevertheless, I set my sights on Pupsicle Palace, for surely the proprietors would have the scope of the matter.
En route, I passed The Fetching Feline Pet Emporium, where I spied with my soulful eyes the collect of petkind—Brother Zeus and Sister Juno among them—strategizing ‘gainst the celestial interlopers. And there also was dear Pearl, brave and stout-hearted, her snort like a bugle rally against the encroaching unknown.
Before I could join the gathered throng, a beam of light near blinded me and zipped me up to the saucer so big it could’ve been a float in one of them human parades. Inside, creatures with more eyes than I’ve got spots on my back did poke and prod me. But no McDonald’s hamburger appeared, so I considered the whole affair rather inhospitable.
‘Twas clear as the nose on my face: these aliens knew not a whit about the fine residents of Spencerville or our honest, simple joys. They were all tentacles and no etiquette, I mused, as I pondered my next move in this unwonted adventure. The charm of Spencerville was in its heart, the heart that beat in each and every one of us, awaiting the reunion with our beloved owners.
I told those multi-eyed busybodies, in the deepest baritone my chest could summon, how we had days filled to brimming with joy and play at Greyhound Grove and banquets that could make a Saint Bernard drool at Bow Wow Burgers. “In Spencerville,” I boomed, “loyalty is the currency and love is the feast, and what pray tell do you bring to our table other than shininess and fright?”
Perchance ’twas the mention of feasts, or my imposing demeanor, but the aliens seemed to ponder deeply. Or perhaps they simply tired of my soliloquy.
With a flicker faster than Juno’s tail, I was returned to Spencerville soil, where I was received with barks of jubilation. The aliens, deciding there were richer harvests to seek than our steadfast hearts, retreated beyond the clouds.
And so the legend of the day of Barbossa’s great parley with aliens would be told, with a wag and a bark in hushed tones, under the great Spencerville sky. It was a truth universally acknowledged, that life hereabouts would continue as blissful as a dog with his head out a car window; all the richer for having protected our town from the clutches of intergalactic discombobulation.
As for me, I trod home, my paws steady but my heart aflutter with the day’s great doings, where rest and a McDonald’s hamburger, courtesy of the Spencerville Welcome Back Committee, awaited. And let it not be forgotten in the annals of canine lore, as surely as vegetables are to be abhorred, that this is the tale of Barbossa, the gentle giant who spoke with aliens and lived to bark the tale.
The End.
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