Wilderness
I have been stuck under that rock, pinned down by the rush of water. But now it is late summer, and the river has fallen, and I have been fighting so long that my legs have grown stronger, and I am lifting that rock, and sliding out from beneath it. First I am a crayfish, then a snake, then a frog, then a squirrel, then a dog, then a man, and then back to a dog.
Fifteen years would be enough for me. I hope I can catch a Frisbee. I don’t want to be a hyper lunatic, and I don’t want to just sit on someone’s lap. I’d like for there to be kids around. I’d like to eat people food. Make me a mid-sized mix: some beagle, some lab, some boxer, and some pit. Give me a fabric collar, a fair owner, and the Pennsylvania wilderness at my paws.
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You are a what?! CRAYFISH???!!! It’s CRAWFISH! lol I’m from Louisiana! And they are so good!!!
But again, what a story! You are not good! You are great! Keep writing! I am loving it!
Thanks for the compliment! Yeah, that Crayfish thing is a Pensylvania, Yankee bastardization of crawfish. Damn Yankees . . . 🙂 Thanks for the awesome compliments. If you are interested in what Word Fountain is doing these days, please take a look at http://wordfountain.net