I
buried the doll behind a tree. Just as I
was arranging some sticks and dead branches to camouflage the grave, a small,
fluffy champagne-colored thing appeared from behind a bush. It had large, dark eyes, and a face so flat
it almost curved inward. Barely clearing
the ground, the moving fluffball either had no legs, or legs camouflaged by
mass amounts of fluff. Its head seemed
too large for its body and in general the creature was so odd that for a moment
I thought it must be some kind of alien from outer space. Only once it barked in a friendly sort of way
did I realize it was a dog. “Hello,” I
said, a bit uncertainly.
The
dog bared crooked teeth at me in a comical attempt at a smile.
“What
are you doing here?” I asked.
The
dog just wiggled its nose at me.
When
I then sniffled, drying the last of my tears with my sweater sleeve, the dog
shuffled over and gently head-butted my ankle.
I leaned over to pet it, which the dog seemed to like very much. Suddenly grateful, I kissed its head. It smelled like vanilla cake.
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