It was late in a hitherto uneventful afternoon.
A shrill sound split the air at a pitch audible only to dogs and to humans age 24 and younger.
Suddenly, computer and TV monitors were swarmed by images of scary men in threatening poses.
The world placed its hopes in the only individual who could combat evil of this magnitude.
Wearing his lucky ID tag, he set out to vanquish the enemies unknown.
Pookie came by while I was at the bluffs last week.
We caught up for a while.
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Then we were joined by a large black dog named Lily.
I was intrigued to see that Lily seemed bathed in a ghostly green spotlight.
Then, all of a sudden, she disappeared, although the ghostly green light remained.
What had happened to Lily?
Pookie and I investigated, but did not turn up any leads. Lily had simply vanished.
We are still pondering various hypotheses. I'm convinced Lily's disappearance had something to do with that green light she was bathed in.
Maybe it was supernatural.
