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“There is something magical about three, you
know. A trio is tight.” --Ian Williams.
I’m a big Golden Lab named Larry.
I guess I live on an Animal Farm,
because each time our humans
leave the area, we all speak clearly
to each other. My two best pals are
a pig, Pecos, & a cat named Katie.
Larry: We need to hatch a plan to catch that fox,
old Red, who is killing our chicken friends.
Pecos: The killer comes during the wolfing hour,
so it will be tough to stay awake.
Katie: Do we have proof it is Red? I’ve seen a
rogue Dobie skulking around lately.
Larry: Farmer Fred thinks it’s a fox.
Pecos: Truth be told, the predator only kills what he
will eat. Dogs go ape-shit & kill dozens, eating none.
Larry: Go easy on the dog-trashing, Bub.
Katie: I almost side with Red. He’s the only fox in our
area, & I’ve heard pups yelping late at night.
Larry: Something to consider, I guess. Those damn
housing developments have destroyed the forest &
green belts all around us.
Pecos: Gosh, we are so lucky to be domesticated
and have humans to feed us daily.
Katie: You’re the lucky one, bacon-breath, that day
when little Suzie made you her pet.
Pecos: Don’t remind me--I hide during breakfast &
Larry: Come on, Katie, quit being so darned catty !
Katie: Zip it, dudes--I hear Wife Wilma headed our
way, her milk bucket rattling & rubber boots squeaking.
Larry: Fine, we’ll talk later.
Pecos: Around here it just seems like one damn crisis
Katie: It’s just not kosher for a pig to whine.
The barn door creaked open & Wilma made her way to
the cow stalls: Hey, kids, how you doing?
I looked at Katie & we kept our composure, but Pecos
giggled & had to turn his face away.
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