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Re: New prompts start today!10 Months AgoHannibal Lick-ter
I walked in the woods on a lazy afternoon wishing to see something new. I walked and walked, need to see something soon my excitement is far and few. And there in the path, what do I see? A puppy staring back at me. This isn't your average puppy or Terrier This is Hannibal Lick-ter! Curious to see, I approached the pup And he looked at me with big gorgeous eyes. Afraid to pet him, I said "what's up?" I even had to ask him twice. But Hannibal Lick-ter was cute indeed The cutest thing I've ever seen any place And when he asked if he could eat me I said "Yes! You can eat my face!" Yaritza aka Moody Thursday ;-) |
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Re: New prompts start today!10 Months AgoOriginally posted by Yaritza Garcia (aka Moody Thursday) Hannibal Lick-ter I walked in the woods on a lazy afternoon wishing to see something new. I walked and walked, need to see something soon my excitement is far and few. And there in the path, what do I see? A puppy staring back at me. This isn't your average puppy or Terrier This is Hannibal Lick-ter! Curious to see, I approached the pup And he looked at me with big gorgeous eyes. Afraid to pet him, I said "what's up?" I even had to ask him twice. But Hannibal Lick-ter was cute indeed The cutest thing I've ever seen any place And when he asked if he could eat me I said "Yes! You can eat my face!" Yaritza aka Moody Thursday ;-) adorable lol |
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Re: New prompts start today!10 Months AgoShe tried not to cry as she looked at poor Betty Boops.
Her poor little baby looked like a canine Hannibal Lechter, but the vet
said it would keep her from biting on the sore by her short tail. Betty Boops had started biting there when
Andre left them suddenly. Betty Boops
had absolutely adored him and when he left, the poor dog went into a sort of
neurosis, whining at the door and refusing to eat for a while. Then she started biting herself by her tail
until it was sore and raw. Janelle was beside
herself, because she loved her little Pug.
Andre gave her to Janelle a week after he proposed to her and said she
was their first child. Little did
Janelle know that his proposal and the puppy was the beginning of the end? It was like he knew he was going and the
puppy would help her not fall to pieces when he made his hasty exit. She again looked at her poor little puppy
with the Lechter like muzzle and tried
not to cry because Andre did the same thing to her heart, put a muzzle on it so
the pain would not eat her alive from the inside……..
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Re: New prompts start today!10 Months AgoI was wandering down the street one afternoon, experiencing a heat most unbearable, the kind that made me sweat in very unfortunate places, when I happened across the strangest sight.
Across the street, on the footpath near the grand, old oak trees of the Vic park was a rather buxom, blond woman walking a small dog. I was confused at first, taken aback by the odd sight. The dog was a little pug, quite tiny, dusted in white, grey and gold. It was obviously well cared for and loved and even had an extravagant piece dangling from the collar. What I found the most interesting from the small ensemble however, was the mask the dog was wearing. I know right? A mask. I had to look again to actually figure out what I had seen. At first I had believed it to be simply the muzzle of the dog before realising it was actually a mask. Perhaps to stop the dog biting-though he hardly looked the type, or perhaps barking-but the dog looked too small to have a bark big enough to bother anyone. Not realising I was staring, I continued to peer at the pair as they trotted down the street, mouth agape. What on earth could that mask be for? The question haunted me, eyes still following them. It was then that I placed my finger on what was so familiar about the mask. He must have been playing as the new villain in the Spider Man movie. Humming in content with my answer, I continued on my way. |
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