If I ever need to view things from a different perspective and need a little inspiration for doing so, Walk the Goats is where I land. Reading through the author’s viewpoints on situations and working towards goals is mesmerizing. Tell her to break a leg, wait for her to enter stage left and become a member of her audience. If you would like to participate in the contest or share, check out May 10th’s post. A different perspective was promptly delivered from her 150-word story. Good thing my dogs don’t chase cats.
The Dog House
He was ruined. Bewitched by that wicked cat who had warned him that if he didn’t stop harassing her, she would use her cat-craft to put a spell on him.
But he hadn’t listened.
She was good on her threat. He had finally chased her one too many times. Instead of running, she spun around and with a hissing spell, turned him into a bungalow, his pink tongue a welcoming entrance, his little black nose a decorative door topping. The thatched roof matched the color of his shaggy ears and hovered above beady window-eyes.
But that wasn’t the worst of it.
The real humiliation was that she moved in. She settled into his window-cheeks, basked in the sun, and watched the world go by, regularly twitching her tail in his face.
“Take that,” her tail signaled.
And he had no choice but to do just that.