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Timeless And Relevant Dog’s Incredible Story (Prose)
by Linda FullerAngelica – a young woman of lusty appetites
Jacques – her brother and guardian
Veronique – Jacques’ wife
Docteur Qui – Angelica’s intended
Mise en scene – The country home of Jacques & Veronique, La France
Time – 19th Century, about 2:00 p.m.
Raconteur – Fifido, a dog
Mes amis, l’histoire, the story, I have to tell, is not a pretty one. I hardly know where to begin, but one has to start somewhere, n’est-ce pas?
I was born to a loving mother of an unknown father, and suckled contentedly with my brothers and sisters until, one day, I was taken from my mother’s teat and brought to live here, where I have been to this day. It’s a good life I live – lots of sunshine, enough rain for spice, rats aplenty and enough smells to delight my senses from dusk ‘til dawn.
Of recent weeks, however, I have been somewhat dismayed by the appearances, disappearances, and then reappearances of an object, as like to an upended pig trough as to anything else in my experience. Dismayed, yes, but intrigued as well, and I must admit to having lifted my leg more than once against its burnished side.
Earlier today, my master and mistress, M’sieur Jacques and Madame Veronique, had taken the carriage into town to do some shopping, and I was left alone but for the various barnyard animals I call friends and M’sieur Jacques’ sister, M’amselle Angelica, who is a favorite of mine, as she always has a kind word for me and usually un petit morsel of food.
M’amselle Angelica was feeding the hens and humming to herself when suddenly, from thin air, the pig trough appeared. A door opened (this I had never seen before) and Docteur Qui, M’amselle Angelica’s fiancé, stepped out. My young mistress dropped her handful of corn and ran over to her amour, and then they both entered the pig trough and closed the door. I was momentarily at a loss, but then my instincts reasserted themselves, and I ran off to sniff out adventure.
About an hour later, judging by the sun’s position in the sky, M’sieur Jacques and Madame Veronique drove up, and M’sieur Jacques helped his good lady down from the carriage. As they approached le chateau, the door of the pig trough opened, and out stepped M’amselle Angelica in quite some dishabille! When she saw her guardians, a blush rose in her face, which she covered and turned away. At that moment, Docteur Qui appeared in the doorway of the pig trough, looking rather sheepish indeed.
Mon dieu, the language which flew from M’sieur Jacques’ lips along with the spittle! The tears of Madame Veronique. That incessant yapping (oh, that was me, pardon). Our idyllic life shattered in the blink of a trough.
12/31/2010 Author's Note: I guess this would qualify as fan fiction. It was written several years ago, I don't remember why.
Posted on 12/31/2010
Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller
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