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Brutus stretched his neck turning it first to the right and then the left. Then he rolled his shoulders, and finally he worked his back- stretching his spine disc by disc. He licked his lips, sighed, and closed his eyes. Life was good. He wished he had taken a drink before going to bed, but he was too tired to get up and remedy his mistake. He’d had a good day. Other than his brief encounter with that pesky squirrel, he’d had a good day. Granted, the squirrel was good looking- especially when the sun backlit his tail… gold-plating each fine hair. And yet, aside from the fact that the squirrel was a fine specimen of his kind, Brutus despaired of the squirrel’s behavior. If the squirrel wasn’t digging in the garden, he was emptying the bird feeder. Sunflower seeds chock-a-blocked his cheeks. And if that wasn’t enough, Brutus could have sworn that the squirrel had winked at him. Talk about adding insult to injury! The squirrel was too smug… too full of himself. As Brutus fell into sleep, his dreams took a sinister turn. If you had seen Brutus, curled up on his doggie bed, his legs twitching, his lower lip a-tremble, you never would have guessed that in his dream, he was calling a meeting. All the other dogs on the block were coming. The squirrel’s days of winking were numbered. |
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Gotcha! by Doris Dembosky
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52|250 A Year of Flash 
So funny & clever! The sun back- lighting the squirrel– wonderful touches to this deft story
Funny, well-written. I had cats who would watch squirrels in the gardem with what looked like mild amusement!
I can see your cat smiling – actually your word choice, mild amusement, is more accurate. A cat would never lower himself to give the squirrel the satisfaction of having been the source of entertainment/amusement. Doris
I can just picture Brutus in his bed. Dog leg’s twitching in their sleep makes for good viewing. I pictured the squirrel’s cheeks stuffed with sunflower seeds, but “chock-a-blocked” threw me!
I’m not sure where chock-a-block came from – an English expression maybe. I’m endlessly amused at the differences between the languages. I recently wrote a short story about a small child, and in the story I used the word “fanny.” In the States, fanny is a child’s word for derriere. But my use of the word here in the UK was way off the mark. I was told that in England, fanny can also mean vagina. Oops!
An English expression maybe? I don’t know. Always have my ear cocked for unusual idioms. Doris
fun and smart. nice job.
Very cleverly done!
Great use of candor and details in this story!
Wonderful details here. And quite clever! Peace…
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