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- November 22, 2023
Clifford and the Mysterious Parade Saboteur: A Tale of Thanksgiving Unity: A Clifford PawWord Story
Hey, it’s Cliff the Sniff! Just wrapped up leading my furry crew through a doggone mystery, saved a parade and learned that every bark has a story. Turned a Rottweiler rogue into a parade champ โ all in a day’s work. Thanksgiving’s about togetherness, and this tail-wagger’s found that happiness is a shared bone. Paws and reflect, it’s a furry-tale ending! ๐พ๐ฆ #DetectiveDog #ThanksgivingUnity
In Pawsburgh, beneath the sprawling span of an amber Autumn sky, the depots, dunes, and valleys brimmed with the kind of busy that only befuddles the industrious. It was in the midst of this brisk buzz that I, Clifford of Corgi descent โ part-guardian, part-glutton โ found myself nose-deep in the troublesome scents of forgone festivity.
The town’s dogs, a tapestry of tails and tales, were poised to parade, showcasing the splendid spectrum of our species when a mysterious skulduggery unfurled. Festoons were found frayed, bunting battered, and the gourds โ oh, the horror โ gobbled. Someone was sabotaging our Thanksgiving Day parade, and by the wagging of my โmerry curveโ tail, I knew I had to lead the charge to unravel this riddle.
Baxter, a beagle of inexplicable age and wisdom โ possibly older than time itself, or at least older than the concept of kibble โ suggested we sniff out clues at the scene of the decoration decimation. Rosie, definitely the Jack Russell of the action first, questions later school of thought, was all for charging ahead without an inkling of a plan. And Whisper, ever the philosopher, reminded us that the footprints of a saboteur speak more profoundly than their bark.
And so, in a procession slightly less dignified than usual, we trotted through Doberman Dunes, by Vizsla Valley and past Topaz Terrier Town. Each location divulged bits of evidence โ a tooth-mark here, a paw-print there, as obvious to a sleuthhound’s eyes as a dropped snack to a … well, to a hungry dog.
Our trail, lined with the crumbs of our own aspirations for a parade meant to celebrate thanks and giving, brought us to the outskirts, to that fiendish facade of festivity. Hidden just beyond the cheerful window display of Happy Hounds Dog Walking, we discovered the unlikeliest of culprits. The felonious figure was none other than Ruffles, the Rottweiler, known for his drool more considerable than his demeanor.
Ruffles’ growls echoed with the unmistakable timbre of exclusion. Every strut and toppled turkey hinted at a hurt that ran tail-deep. It turned out his invitation to the parade never made the journey from mailbox to massive mitts, drowned out by the clatter of those clunky boot intrusions I knew all too well.
In a tale such as this, spun from the threads of an epic yarn, it was the spirit of the heart that led us not to confrontation but compassion. We extended our paws in an understanding that we โ I, Clifford, and my quirky companions โ recognized as the pure essence of Thanksgiving. Far from the cheering crowd and spectacle, we found unity in our small circle, unified by shared purpose.
In what could only be described as a universe-binding stroke of genius, or perhaps, the result of eating one too many Paw-lickin’ Pancakes, we transformed the saboteur into a parade ally. With Ruffles’ mighty strength, the floats were fixed faster than you could say ‘Terrier Tacos.’
The Thanksgiving Day parade, thus rescued from the jaws of defeat, forged ahead grander than ever. Our collective bark was one of inclusivity and gratitude, a lesson learned not in the shadow of scarcity, but in the light of plenty.
Ruffles, the one-time villain turned hero, led the parade, relishing his role as the guarder of goodies, rather than their stealer. In a twist as satisfying as a tail-chase, Pawsburgh found harmony, and so did I โ Clifford, the Corgi who, as it turns out, did not need to shoo anyone away to find happiness. For it was here all along, shifting as softly and surely as a sunlit patch on a living room rug.
The End.
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