Something troubling lurks in the corn stalks.
WOOF! Something grabbed my muzzle! I tried not to panic as I freed myself from the clammy, cold, sticky tentacles tightening their grip on me. I could feel the heinous entity not wanting to let go of me.
I barely made it out when a strong force began pulling at me, dragging me back into the corn stalks. It took all of my mighty Alpha Male energy to keep from being sucked into the dreadful void of the corn stalks!
We made it home all in one piece, but both Silvius and I felt something - something ugly and sinister - following us home. Yet every time we would look and sniff around, nothing! It is a feeling we both have, that we can't put to woofs or barks. An uneasy feeling that we are not alone. It better not be The Thing! (run, puppy, run!) Look what The Thing did to the last puppy it infected! Maybe my human, K, will let me sleep in her room tonight. I'm just sayin'...