TESTING THE NEW FORM SUBMISSION PART 2!!! Looks like it's coming through like it's supposed to. Enjoy!
Title
Frank the stray
Frank, the stray cat, woke one morning free as the wind in the alley he called home. He found half a fish that was left over from last week and finished it off before going for a stroll. What adventures may lay before him?
(Frank, you should be more alert for the animal catchers)
As Frank passes this one house he sees this silly looking thing staring back at him through the window.
(Watch out, Frank! It's a trap!)
He remembered when he was still a house cat and it amused him so that this dog in the window had not yet found a way out into the freedom of outside living.
Frank mocked the dog for hours, pointing and laughing.
(Poor Ralf)
As they made faces at each other, Frank began to wonder if the dog even realized he was being made fun of. Before he could contemplate this further though, a car zipped into the driveway nearly missing his tail. That's enough of that thought Frank... lets go see what food was left in the park today.
(He sauntered off with an air of superiority, I'm sure)
As Frank makes his way down the street, he hears the faint sound of footsteps coming his way - fast. Something is running after him. Frank turns to see that silly dog from the window.
(Wait! Don't go! You're my only friend! says Ralf)
Not good, Not good. Quick - up a tree, was Frank's first thought, but his owners all those years ago had declawed him to protect their furniture. So now, with no way to climb or defend, the only strategy left was the old faithful - run really fast. The original plan was to go to the park, so lets go that way and maybe lose the slobber beast along the way.
The dog was relentless though, and chased Frank all the way to the park. They ran around trees, under and over benches, and even knocked over a few trash cans.
(Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, this is fun! thought Ralf)
Eventually Frank got tired though, that fish wasn't very filling. He gave up, collapsing in the grass to catch his breath. It wasn't long before the dog was on him. Licking him and nudging him to get back up. Franks only thought was the taste of this dogs drool when he has to clean it out of his fur later, but it's too late. Frank is covered in dog slime and too tired to move. Unable to resist, Frank is helpless when the dog picks him up with its mouth and carry him back home.
The people there, the same ones that almost ran over his tail earlier, take Frank and give him a bath.
(What is this crazy place? These people, that psychotic dog? They're torturing me! Filthy cat haters!)
It's been years since Frank had been so clean - for a reason. He hated it. He looked like a poofy fur ball and felt ridiculous to match. He had to get out of here. This place was insane.
(I'm being punished, aren't I? What did I do that earned me such bad karma? Am I really doomed to a lifetime of endless torture day after day by this slobbering fool?)
What was he going to do all day? Play with the dog? No - the dog can chase its own tail for all he cared. Frank wanted to be out in the fresh air. To be able to go where he wanted when he wanted. Frank wanted to be free again.
THE END
Title
Frank the stray
Frank, the stray cat, woke one morning free as the wind in the alley he called home. He found half a fish that was left over from last week and finished it off before going for a stroll. What adventures may lay before him?
(Frank, you should be more alert for the animal catchers)
As Frank passes this one house he sees this silly looking thing staring back at him through the window.
(Watch out, Frank! It's a trap!)
He remembered when he was still a house cat and it amused him so that this dog in the window had not yet found a way out into the freedom of outside living.
Frank mocked the dog for hours, pointing and laughing.
(Poor Ralf)
As they made faces at each other, Frank began to wonder if the dog even realized he was being made fun of. Before he could contemplate this further though, a car zipped into the driveway nearly missing his tail. That's enough of that thought Frank... lets go see what food was left in the park today.
(He sauntered off with an air of superiority, I'm sure)
As Frank makes his way down the street, he hears the faint sound of footsteps coming his way - fast. Something is running after him. Frank turns to see that silly dog from the window.
(Wait! Don't go! You're my only friend! says Ralf)
Not good, Not good. Quick - up a tree, was Frank's first thought, but his owners all those years ago had declawed him to protect their furniture. So now, with no way to climb or defend, the only strategy left was the old faithful - run really fast. The original plan was to go to the park, so lets go that way and maybe lose the slobber beast along the way.
The dog was relentless though, and chased Frank all the way to the park. They ran around trees, under and over benches, and even knocked over a few trash cans.
(Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, this is fun! thought Ralf)
Eventually Frank got tired though, that fish wasn't very filling. He gave up, collapsing in the grass to catch his breath. It wasn't long before the dog was on him. Licking him and nudging him to get back up. Franks only thought was the taste of this dogs drool when he has to clean it out of his fur later, but it's too late. Frank is covered in dog slime and too tired to move. Unable to resist, Frank is helpless when the dog picks him up with its mouth and carry him back home.
The people there, the same ones that almost ran over his tail earlier, take Frank and give him a bath.
(What is this crazy place? These people, that psychotic dog? They're torturing me! Filthy cat haters!)
It's been years since Frank had been so clean - for a reason. He hated it. He looked like a poofy fur ball and felt ridiculous to match. He had to get out of here. This place was insane.
(I'm being punished, aren't I? What did I do that earned me such bad karma? Am I really doomed to a lifetime of endless torture day after day by this slobbering fool?)
What was he going to do all day? Play with the dog? No - the dog can chase its own tail for all he cared. Frank wanted to be out in the fresh air. To be able to go where he wanted when he wanted. Frank wanted to be free again.
THE END
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