“Did he fire
six shots or only five?”
Count Count*
#quote
Today CJ is
coming over. Also I may or may not have stumbled upon a government
conspiracy involving aliens and inefficient bureaucracy. Anyway onto
the flash fiction!
Vigilance
Fido was
devoted to his family and their home. The instinct of territory. He
could never figure out why his owners bound him with long chain to a
tree in their front yard, but it didn't stop him from remaining
vigilant. From barking and dashing at those who would approach. But
he could never escape the grass to the sidewalk. The chain was just
short enough. But he remained vigilant and barked and barked.
Many times it
varied who came, but one foe came everyday. This person was used to
upstart hounds like him, and just smiled at Fido while he barked with
all his might. And every visit after the old mailman smiled while
putting his delivery in the mailbox. Day in and day out. Not a single
scare came out of the old man, despite the dogs vigilance.
Eventually
after years passed the old man stopped coming and a new mailman
replaced him. Fido managed to scare this one with his vigilant bark.
However despite the satisfaction of scaring the new delivery human,
deep in its doggy heart it missed the old mailman and his smile.
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