- Dog Tales
- December 28, 2023
The Squeaky Red Ball of Destiny: A Bulldog’s Tale of Citrus Conquest: A Mr Miyagi PawWord Story
Hey hooman! š¾ Just FYI, I’m not just loafing around. As Pawsburgh’s slobbering savior, I’ve just crushed a citrus scourge with the Squeaky Red Ball of Destiny. Next time I’m slow to respond, know I’m likely out hero-ing. Steak treats appreciated upon return. š„©š Regards, Miyagi the Magnificent
There comes a time in the life of every dog when they must answer a growl that is not their stomachās. It’s no everyday growl, mind you, but the kind that rumbles deep in your bones, a clarion call to adventure that stirs even the most snooze-loving bulldog. I, Mr. Miyagi, felt that call one balmy night not long after Billyās tender pats and “see-you-later-boy” bidding.
“So it begins,” I muttered, in a voice that was more gravel than golden, as I pawed the secret latch that saw me through to Pawsburgh, where lampposts flickered with fairy light and hydrants glittered like treasures unburied.
Garnet Greyhound Grove was ablaze with the news ā a menace had come to Pawsburgh, a lemon-scented fiend whose sour-citrus perfume was so utterly offensive, it curdled the bravest of hearts. They called it Citronella, the Antithesis of Appetite, for where it crept, nary a steak bone could be savored.
I scampered (with dignified speed, of course) to Saluki Sands, wherein lay the wisdom of the Oracle, a five-tailed Shih Tzu fond of cryptic yip-yaps. “Miyagi,” it said, its voice dripping with the weight of the world, “you must seek the Squeaky Red Ball of Destiny to squash this tart terror.”
The Oracleās price for such knowledge? A triple-decker pancake from Corgi’s Crepes, with a side dollop of whipped cream. “For the visions,” it insisted. I suspected the whip cream had more to do with gluttony than clairvoyance, but who was I to judge?
Emerald Eskimo Estuary whispered secrets as I foraged through Mutt Munchies (dodging lemon drops like they were hot coals) and pondered outfits at The Barking Boutique. But the Squeaky Red Ball of Destiny eluded me – until I found myself in The Pooch Playhouse, face to face with a mirror so polished that it seemed otherworldly.
“My word, I’m dashingly rugged,” I noted, before remembering my quest. There it was in the reflection, nestled behind a mountain of rubber chewiesāmy ball, the one I had affectionately vanquished with my teeth. Of course, itād be in the last place you look, that’s storytelling economy.
Ball triumphantly in maw, I faced Citronella in the heart of town. “Prepare to be vanquished, oh Zesty Zealot!” I barked, brandishing the ball like a knight of old with his trusty… squeaky sword.
And then – oh, dear reader, you’d think it too outrageous if I hadnāt lived it myself – the Squeaky Red Ballās high-pitched battle cry echoed, and lo, it transformed into a beacon of red, rubbery light. Citronella withered before my very snout, for what is the sour squint to the blinding squeak of justice?
As Pawsburgh sighed in relief (Brutus assured me it was pride, not indigestion), I realized that with great squeakers came great responsibility. My friends Sasha and Brutus leaned in close, their eyes reflecting back the glow of my triumphānot just for the victory, but for the tale weād tell.
“Epic, Mr. Miyagi. Simply epic,” Sasha woofed, and Iāve never felt less grumpy.
So, you see, Iām just a bulldog. A bulldog who lounges in sunny grasses and dreams of succulent steak. But in a pinch, I defend Pawsburgh from all things unappetizing, steered by chew toys and furry friends.
Remember, even a persistent lemon can be silenced by a good squeak. And that, my human companion, is why sometimes when you call, and I donāt come, itās not because I didnāt hear you. It’s just that heroes have their own call to answer, and sometimes it’s a Squeaky Red Ball of Destiny.
The End.
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