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Their Saturday Morning Walk
“How was it Ed?”
By 10:30, Ed returned with Frodo, after their Saturday morning walk. Frodo, a Labrador retriever, immediately went to his food dish.
“I played fetch with Frodo in the park. He chased a squirrel, Edna, and they ran into the middle of a parade. I caught him, then we went by Sawyer's place.”
“Was his forsythia in bloom?”
Cornelius Sawyer had an almost pathological attraction to his bush.
“Yeah...Frodo peed all over it, Edna. Then Sawyer threw a brick at him.”
“That was it?”
“No, he threw a tennis racket at me.”
“Oh...So, nothing unusual.”
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Downstairs
“Otto, I heard something.”
“What?...What time is it?”
It was 2 AM. They were in their second-floor bedroom.
“I think I heard something downstairs...Could you make sure there isn't someone breaking in?”
“We have an alarm, Claudette.”
“You've heard of disabling them, haven't you?”
Of course, he'd heard of that.
Only moonbeams filtered into their small bedroom.
“Anyway, Frodo's down there, Claudette.”
Frodo was a Labrador retriever.
“Yeah...But you know him, and he's probably playing dead.”
She listened intently for any sounds.
“It all depends on Frodo and you, Otto...Hey, Otto.”
But Otto was playing dead.
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
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