that’s a new treatment what makes you big and strong and as an aftereffect it makes you rich an famous and your yellow autographs permanent…
No, that’s not true, its The NATIONAL NOVEL WRITING MONTH. Rocco invited all to write a super novel and here is my part,it’s #4. If you want to read all parts, you can start at Rocco here, the next is Bongo, #3 is Hailey & Zaphod.
I’m # 4 – So lets begin….Heck, I have no idea, so my room mate Hell-mut has to help me:
THANKS TO CATFORSLEY for dressing up that guy – YOU ROCK!
…At this moment I wished I would be a kitty, because they have searchlights and they can see best even when it is as dark as in the butt of a salamander. The noise came closer and closer and my legs suggested me to run away as fast like Husain Bolt. Butt otherwise I’m a dog and dogs are always brave and we can manage all things with tail held high… butt this time the high helded tail disappeared between my legs and I ran! Unfortunately it was as dark as – you know – and I confused the directions and stumbled over an empty coke can, slipped over something, I dread to think what and landed head over paws in a scrub.
I checked my bodyparts and my 7 stomaches for completeness and crawled deeper into that weed. Covered by a bush I observed the thing what made the crashing noises. It was… OMD! it was a an ole ride, as big as a tuna boat what came across through the east of nowhere and crushed down the whole botany. I peeked through the leaves of my bush and saw how that ole ride stopped in front of a knobbed oak tree. The door popped off and with sagged jaw I saw how someone or better something left the ole tuna steamer….
are you curious now? You can read more tomorrow at MY ROTTEN DOGS
When the power of love overcomes the love of power
the world will know PEACE.
Today is also Blogging for Peace Day. If you want to find out more, you can read here