posted on Feb, 28 2014 @ 09:18 PM
The trial of TDawg
The woods seemed to be thinning and he could smell food. It caused him to start to salivate, which was rare unless he was the one cooking. Clearly, a
Master was at work nearby.
“Oh yea! Hungry!” He immediately switched from slouch back to striding mode again picking up his pace. “That smells good!”
Catching himself, he pulled up and crotched behind a bush. “They seem too friendly…it has to be a trap!” he thought. “I think I best watch for
a bit.”
But the Master was flipping meat on the grill like no other he had seen (except for himself) and the temptation was very alluring. Everyone had a cup
in their hand and the Master Chef had a beer. But something seemed out of place.
“Where’s the Keg?” he thought. “Yea, it has to be a trap. Good grub and no Brew-Has….nothing good can come from this.”
“You really are paranoid, you know that?” said the voice. “If you want to meet me, you’ll have to come into the open, I’m here at the table.
We all know you’re here after all.”
“Son of a…” TDawg sat back on his keister. Something he hadn’t been able to do for a year. It took him aback.
He looked up at the sky. “So am I dreaming or is this real? I have to know.”
The voice for the first time spoke in an amused tone. “It’s a bit of both. You’re like a child and have much to learn. But it is up to
you.”
“Well, hell. Here’s goes nothing.” TDawg stood up and stepped out into the clearing.
(The rest will be up to y'all because I truthfully don't know where to go from here)
edit on 28-2-2014 by TDawgRex because: Just a ETA
edit on 28-2-2014 by TDawgRex because: Just a ETA