You ignore Earl’s growls as your hand curls around the
handle of the fake drama sword. Just as you pull the weapon out from between
your teeth, Earl jumps at you. The sword clatters to the ground three feet away
from where you lay … the giant mutant badger’s back paws pinning your shoulders
to the ground.
“I guess you would have been better off taking a creative
self defense class instead of a creative writing class, eh?” Earl laughed.
You can feel his rough, slimy tongue tasting your toes.
Then, just as Earl is about to sink his sharp fangs into your pink little
tootsies, you hear a loud noise.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! It is your alarm clock! You were asleep!
It was all just a bad dream. You look down at your feet and see an extra lump
under the covers. “Good morning, Mr. Cuddles,” you say to what you assume is
your sweet little puppy. “What are you doing under the covers?”
As you pull back your blankets, you see that your puppy has
one of your toes in its mouth… a toe that is no longer attached to your foot!
“Don’t call me Mr. Cuddles anymore,” the puppy says. “From
now on, call me Earl.”
Seconds later, instead of hearing the beeping of their alarm
clocks, the rest of your family wakes up to the sounds of your terrified
screams.
THE END
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