Trapped

 

 

     I was so trapped I could not breathe. Anyways, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I am very busy, but I think I can spare some time. I am a German Shepherd and my name is Jasper. My owner is Madame Adèle. We live on Genevieve Street, right in front of a bus stop. In the bus stop, the bus stops and usually goes far away into some other block I have never seen before. Madame Adèle takes the bus to get to something called ‘work’. Most of the time, gray vehicles pass on the road and go into The Blocks. I bark at them, but they never hear me. I’m never surprised when they pass by, because humans don’t hear very well. My master and I live on the sixth floor of Apartment 42. There’s a huge balcony which is where I see the whole world, in many more than fifty shades of gray. There’s also many creepers that hug the railings. Sometimes, if I pay attention, I can see the Eiffel Tower. I guess I don’t need to tell you what color that is. I have my own beanie couch at the end of the room and a kitchen filled with yummy treats and snacks. My life is a good one.
     One day, when Madame Adèle was taking me for a walk on the busy streets of Paris. I looked around as we made a turn and came back to our street. Just as soon as I passed the apartment with the annoying cat, I heard Madame Adèle scream and I was surrounded in total darkness. Did she forget to pay the electric company? I hoped that was all that happened. I was completely surrounded by a rough material that resembled a sack, but who could put me, a big German Shepherd into one of those things? Soon, it became tight. I felt squished. I tried to wiggle out of it, but the thing that surrounded me was tied up. I tried barking, but then I gave up. As I said, humans have horrible hearing. So that was how I got into that situation. I don’t remember doing anything wrong. Was it karma? Did Santa decide I stole too many snacks from the kitchen? I don’t have a clue. I leave it up to you to decide.

Reddy’s Nemesis

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “What a Twist!.”

As Reddy the dog became ready to stalk the cat next door, Jo, he bought some equipment with him. He bought a pair of scissors (which he sharpened for the easiest of cutting), some bones (for replenishment), cat food (to lure Jo if needed), and a mask (as any top secret mission is incomplete without a mask). He got his map and started digging in his back yard, determined to cross the fence and accomplish his mission. He hauled all his stuff over the fence and crawled under it. Part one of his mission was complete. Now, he had to find Jo and finish off her tail swiftly. He scurried around the house until he found the cat lying in her litter box on the porch. The opportunity was not to miss. He hastily pawed inside his backpack and found his scissors. Reddy inched toward the cat, making sure not to wake her up. He cut her tail. It was a clean cut, and only a few threads came off. Reddy was surprised that Jo slept through all this. But, he had no time to think. He had to leave the crime scene quickly. He hurriedly packed the tail with his things and left the way he came. His mission was accomplished. As he came out the other side of the hole, he was shocked to find Jo (and her tail a full length), ready with scissors to curtail his.