Puppies Of The Corn

"From ghoulies and ghosties and long-legged beasties, and things that go bump in the night, Good Lord deliver us."--- Traditional Scottish Prayer.

Something troubling lurks in the corn stalks.

Despite a feeling of trepidation I decided to investigate.

I gave Silvius a woof to join me in the hunt and despite our hesitation, we headed into the corn stalks forthwith!

But suddenly we heard strange, eerie sounds all around us, which gave us paws. {"Paws" - get it? It should be "pause" but I thought I would throw some doggy humor in!}

Then a dark foreboding feeling came over me as I began to make my way into the corn stalks.

Once we entered the corn stalks it became deathly quiet. Even the wind stopped.

Abruptly we felt a wicked presence around us. The fur all over our bodies began to stand on end, so Silvius and I made our way out of there, posthaste!

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'...