Legends of Shadow Earth: Demon's Desire
an excerpt

He entered the dank and dark store room beneath the old abandoned warehouse. It was perfectly suited to his purpose. He had spent hours getting the runes and the drawings on the uneven flagstones perfect. Every thing was almost perfect. All that was left to do was to light the ceremonial candles and chant the ritual summoning words. Finally, finally it was all ready. He was lucky the book was very simplistic in its instructions. He had stolen the tome of magic the week before from the House of Mages. Those fools didn’t know the power they had. Or maybe they did. The Forbidden Five were extremely well guarded. It was fortunate that he had had the bypass spells to circumvent the various layers of protective spells. At last all was in place. He lit the candles and removed the willow wand from its protective case.
He began the chant.
Traguna, mecoities, tracorum, sadist, dee. (with apologies to Disney)
The flame on the candles burst high toward the ceiling and then dimmed to a subtle glow. A soft white light filled the center of the chalk pentagram drawing. The glow slowly rose in a mist like fog that lifted and swirled in a circular fashion. It reached the height of a human before fading away, leaving the most beautiful woman in the world standing in the center of the pentagram, completely naked.

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“Belief was what created me. Belief that I was draining the priests and popes of their nocturnal emissions to spread to the women of the countryside. Belief that I was a demon from hell sent to lead them into temptation. Belief that I was inherently evil. Belief that killed many an innocent woman because she was beautiful and the monks and priests were convinced I was in her. Belief that I was, that I am, and that I always will be, a succubus.”

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The room went silent as all light was extinguished in a sudden rush. A dim purple pin prick of light pulsed deep inside the globe. It slowly grew until the light became so bright that the mage had to look the other way for fear of losing his sight. A white beam of light shot to the side of room and hit the wall. The wall wavered like the still surface of a pond that had been broken by a drop of rain. The ripples moved in an outward pattern until there was a hole formed in the center of the light.
A small shape appeared in the light, but the light was still too bright to make anything out. Another shape appeared, and another, and another. They came forward into the cavernous room.
The mage didn’t realize there was anything wrong until a strange music filled the cavern…
Everybody was kung-fu fighting hya!; Those cats were fast as lightning hya!; In fact it was a little bit frightening hya!; But they fought with expert timing; Oh oh oh ohhhhh Hya! Oh oh oh ohhhhh Hya! Oh oh oh ohhhhh Hya! Oh oh oh ohhhhh Hya!
He looked around in horror. There were little hamsters all over the place dressed in gi with black belts and swing little nun chucks around...

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NaNo Tales

Welcome to my NaNo tales. These short little blurbs and stories were born out of imagination, plot ninjas and a couple of dares. Many of these characters exist in my novel, but only as supporting cast. I had promised these characters that I would write about just them, once I got through with my regularly scheduled novel. So here they are NaNo Tales. As my novel takes place in San Francisco, so do these tales, in a world were magic, vampires, demons, and any magical creature you can think of actually exists.
Author’s note: in Fifi Takes Revenge, the strange smelling two leg is a demon that was summoned from a different dimension.
Author’s note part two: These stories all make sense within the world I created, so if you are confused as to anything going on, that is why.

Sexy Turkey Hat
‘I’m bringing sexy hat…’

Candice had somehow managed to escape. She couldn’t recall exactly where she was, nor could she think of where she was supposed to be. All she could remember is that she had to escape… something. She wandered the streets of San Francisco a bit aimlessly, wondering what she should do next. She had a home didn’t she? She couldn’t remember. A poster in a nearby window caught her eye. She walked slowly toward the window, mesmerized by what she saw. She placed both hands upon the glass and gazed in wondrous delight.
That was it! What she had been searching for! Of course it all made sense now!
She rushed into the shop, and purchased the yarn, pattern and knitting needles.
She left the shop with her purchases clutched close to her chest, where to go? Her head swung around, her gaze assessing every storefront, and alleyway. She must complete the project soon. The Turkey was calling her, and she had to answer the call.
Look over there! An empty park bench. Perfect!
She rushed over to the bench to sit down before anyone could deny her the right to do so. She shooed a couple of pigeons away.
Inferior birds! How dare they interrupt the great work of the Turkey?
Candice pulled the needles, and yarn out of the bag with great care. The materials to make the great Turkey hat must be handled reverently. No snag must mar the yarn.
With great awe and ceremony, she removed the pattern from it’s protective plastic sleeve. Opening to the first page of instructions, she began to knit.
It took her the rest of the day, and well into the next morning before she was finally done with the Turkey.
She had been worried once darkness began to fall. But the Great Turkey had blessed her. He provided the illumination she needed to continue. A street light flickered on and had allowed her to work through the darkest hours of the night.
Finally it was done. Her greatest masterpiece in praise of the Great Turkey. She proudly pulled into onto her head muttering songs of praise, she tied the legs around her chin to keep the hat on her head.
Candice proudly walked down the streets of the city, ready to spread the word of the Turkey.
“Repent! For the time of the carving is at hand. Only those who turn to the Turkey will be sheltered under his wing!”
But what was this? People were laughing and snickering at her!
“The Turkey will save us. Join the thousands of believers, and make your own tribute to the Turkey!” She proclaimed.
The snickering and laughter continued.
“Oh great Turkey have mercy on them, they no not what they do!”
A young man walked past her with a purple Mohawk and multiple piercings.
“Hey lady I like turkey.”
Her eyes lit and she approached him with joy.
“You do?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “I like mine stuffed and roasted to a golden brown.”
He laughed with his friends and walked away.
“The Great Turkey will fry you in the peanut oil filled pits of hell for that, young man!”
The more she talked, the more the unbelievers laughed at her.
Ah, maybe they would be swayed by a miracle!
She bowed her head and once again prayed to the Great Turkey.
Please allow your humble servant the power to show the heathen un-Turkey believers the path to true enlightenment.
A feeling of power and righteousness flowed through her.
It could only be a sign from the Great Turkey himself.
She looked around, trying to find something miraculous to do, but nothing came to her attention.
Ah a bus was coming.
She stepped in front of the Muni bus counting on the Turkey to save her.

The headlines in the morning newspaper read:
“Crazed Turkey lady found deep fried by Muni.”

Kung Fu Hamsters

Good Evening and welcome to KRON Channel Four News. Michael and Jim here. Now onto our top story. Tonight it seems a strange series of events have drawn the attention of our intrepid reporter, Jane. Let’s take you live to the scene. Jane?”
“Thanks Jim. I’m here with Flower and North Wind who witnessed a bizarre event.” The reporter turned toward the hippy couple standing behind her.
“Can you tell us what happened here?”
“Yeah sure, it was like totally weird. We were like here for like the festival of Lern ya know? And it was like totally cool ya know. It’s like the fertility ritual ya know. And everyone was like, ya know, totally into it, ya know? And like, once enough energy was like ya know generated and focused into the totally mag crystal ball. A like totally like white light focused on like the ya know, the wall over there.”
He waved to a wall and the camera focused on the charred remains of a circle.
“And then like it was totally weird ya know. The circle opened, and like we were all blinded and couldn’t ya know, see what was like coming through, ya know?”
Flower leaned in and grabbed the mike from in front of Northwind. “Yeah and we could like, see things coming out of the hole ya know? And they were like small. Totally not what any of us were like expecting like ya know?”
North put his arm around Flower and pulled her back to his side.
The reported brought the mike to her mouth. “What happened then?” She put the mike back in front of Northwind.
“Well once like ya know the light started ya know to fade, we could like totally see what it was. Then ya know some really weird music started like ya know playing. It was like totally like all like kung fu ninja like.”
Northwind went into a mockery of martial moves, yelling “HiYa” and slicing through the air with his hand, while in a deep crouch.
Flower just shook her head and leaned toward the mike.
“There were like these cute little dudes like wearing a white ya know martial arts outfit ya know? And they had those like ya know, sticks with chains on them. I totally like don’t know what they’re called.”
The reporter brought the mike back and said. “You mean nun chucks?”
Flower shrugged and glanced at North Wind who was still in the martial arts zone.
“Yeah sure, I mean, like, I think that’s what like they are called ya know.”
“So what were the things that were attacking with the nun chucks?” the reported asked, curiosity almost getting the better of her.
Flower looked around the floor and spotted one. She reached down quickly and grabbed it. Holding it carefully in her hand, she held it up to the camera. It was a small hamster, dressed in a white gi, with a black belt, swinging nun chucks and yelling “Ha!” every once in a while.
Jane turned toward the camera man and motioned him to zoom in on the small ninja, then brought the mike to her face. “It appears to be a hamster. A Kung Fu Fighting hamster to be specific.”
The whirling nun chucks hit Flower on the thumb and she yelled out before dropping the hamster.
One could assume that the hamster would not have survived the fall, but he had, and was currently trying to attack the ankles of Flower, North Wind, Jane and the photographer.
Flower jumped back as the hamster connected with her ankle bone. “Ow! Like that like totally hurt!”
She glared at it and in a very uncharacteristic flower child attitude, she tried to stomp on the hamster. “Die you little bastard, like die!” Unfortunately for her, her stomping kept missing the hamster. It kept yelling and swinging the nun chucks. The cameraman zoomed in and got the antics of the crazed hamster.
A wolf came into view and picked up the hamster by the head, and flipped it up into the air. When the hamster came down, the wolf swallowed it in one gulp. The camera then panned to show the hamsters being hunted and eaten by different animals.
The camera turned back to Jane.
“Well it seems like that has taken care of the problem. As you can see, someone set wolves, tigers and bears to clean up the hamster infestation. Back to you in the studio, Michael and Jim.”
“Thanks Jane. And now onto the weather…”

Note: Author intrusion here. It may seem strange that the hamsters warranted a special feature, yet the wolves, tigers and bears didn’t. That’s because the news team didn’t think anything was out of the ordinary about it… I kid you not. They just refused to act shocked, dismayed or otherwise put out about it. Author shrugs. What can you do, right?

Magical Bacon Lady

Elise sat at her kitchen table and contemplated the meal before her. Her best friend had declared November, National Bacon Month, and Elise had been talked into eating bacon everyday. She sighed. This was only her fifth day into it, and already she was getting just a little bit tired of bacon. At least she only had to eat it once a day. Her friend had gone one step further and had decided to have bacon in every meal.
Elise picked up a piece and bit into it, once again surprised by it’s bacony goodness. What on earth was this doing to her arteries and her cholesterol? She idly wondered. Oh well it was only for one month. It couldn’t be too bad could it?
Hmmm the only thing missing from her meal of bacon, eggs and toast was a steaming hot cup of coffee, but since she really didn’t drink much coffee, she never had any in her apartment.
*pling*
Huh? What was that?
Elise looked around her small dining area, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. She turned back to her plate to scoop up a fork full of eggs when she noticed a large white coffee cup. She bent forward to catch a whiff of the decadent French Roast.
How had that gotten here?
She picked up the cup and looked at it suspiciously. It looked like coffee, and it certainly smelled like coffee. She dipped the tip of her pinky into the cup and pulled out a single drop. She brought her hand to her mouth. Hmm it certainly tasted like coffee. What the heck was going on?
She shrugged her shoulders and took a tentative sip. The hot liquid tasted delicious as it slid warmly down her throat. Heat pooled in her belly and she moaned in appreciation.
She put the cup down and stared at it while she finished her eggs and toast. One piece of bacon remained on her plate.
It couldn’t be, could it? Could the bacon be responsible for the coffee?
There was only one way to find out.
She lifted the bacon and looked it over. It looked like every other piece of bacon she had ever seen. The brand was even the same.
She took a small bite, closed her eyes and said.
“A maple frosted donut would be good right now.”
*pling*
She slowly opened her eyes. Before her empty plate was a smaller plate with a single donut with maple frosting.
She swiped a finger through the frosting. Yup it was maple, and tasted delicious. She quickly devoured the donut and coffee, careful to leave some bacon left.
She got up and put the dishes in the sink and when she turned around, she looked at her small apartment.
Elise took a bite of bacon and made a mental note to thank her friend for suggesting National Bacon Month. She would only use her magical bacon powers for good she decided, as she eyed the messy apartment in front of her.
“Now where to begin?”

The Slinky Complex

It’s Slinky, it’s Slinky;
For fun it’s a wonderful toy.
It’s slinky, It’s slinky
It’s fun for a girl and a boy.

Cyn found Deidre sitting at their table engrossed by the object in front of her. Every few seconds Deidre would reach out and poke the thing. Cyn pulled up a chair and deposited her coffee on the table.
“Where did you get the slinky Deidre?”
Deidre didn’t even bother to look up. “Is that what this thing is called?”
“Yeah, it’s a toy that has gone out and in of pop culture for the last sixty four years or so. It was invented in nineteen forty three I think.”
Cyn picked it up in her hands and moved the toy back and forth, with each end supported in one hand.
Cyn looked up at Deidre and her eyes lit up. “Let me show you how it works. We need to head back to your apartment.”
Deidre nodded, still unsure of the metal spring toy, but willing to see just how this toy was supposed to be fun.
They finished their coffee and Cyn commandeered the toy for the journey to Deidre’s apartment.
As they were both living in San Francisco, the stairs up to Deidre’s apartment were steep and narrow.
At the bottom of the stairs, Cyn held her hand up, stopping her friend.
“Wait here, and watch.”
Cyn ran up the stairs to the landing, a little out of breath. She turned to her friend with a delight that was contagious.
Deidre put her hands on her hips, arms akimbo and gave a stern look to Cyn, which she had a hard time maintaining.
“Alright, let’s see this toy.”
Cyn set the slinky at the very edge of the step and tipped the top of the spring forward.
Deidre watched in amazement as the slinky ‘stepped’ it’s way down the steps until it came to a quivering halt before her feet.
She looked up at Cyn who was grinning with maniacal glee. Deidre cocked an eyebrow.
“This is supposed to be fun?” she asked a bit confused. With all the technology and everything else around she was finding it hard to believe that such a simple toy could be entertaining. Although looking at the expression of joy on Cyn’s face, it worked for her.
Cyn nodded and clapped her hands together. “Come up here, you try it.”
Deidre shook her head in resignation and picked up the metal spring toy. She passed tried to pass Cyn on the stairs, and they both had to turn sideways to slip by each other.
Cyn laughed in delight at the expression of resignation that crossed Deidre’s face.
“It’s silly, but strangely addicting. Try it.”
Deidre reached the top of the stairs and set the slinky as she had seen Cyn do. She gently pushed the top and watched as it took a quivery step, then another… hmm this was kind of interesting after all. The slinky made it’s stately pace down the steps. Deidre looked down at Cyn and smiled. “That was kinda fun after all.”
Cyn went out and found another slinky, and the two women spent the remainder of the afternoon and early evening having slinky races down the stairs.
Damien and James found the two ladies arguing outside Deidre’ building. They were both adamant that each had the most wins.
James walked up and put himself between them.
“What’s this all about?”
Deidre turned to him and glared. “Cyn claims that her slinky won more races than mine.”
Damien looked at the two women as if they were mad.
“You were playing with Slinkys?” his tone belied his disbelief. He shook his head not believing. The two women continued their loud discussion, each grabbing hold of James to look around him.
James was trying to get a word in edgewise, but not succeeding. Finally he shouted. “STOP!”
Both ladies fell silent.
“I can’t believe you are fighting over a silly slinky race!”
Cyn came around to the front of him and stood next to Deidre. The ladies both had their arms crossed in front of their chests, and glared at him.
Deidre took a deep breath. “You think we’re silly? Well let’s see you try it! I challenge you and Damien to a Slinky race. You have ten minutes to get your Slinky, before Cyn and I wipe the floor with you.”
James and Damien walked away. They would humor the ladies, but that was it.
Four hours and many coffee drinks later, they were all arguing.
Damien stood against one wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest and watched James, Cyn and Deidre go at it head to head. He glanced at his watch and found that too much time had passed. He also came to the realization that both he and James had been sucked into the Slinky complex.

Barista Bean-ed

By Jon Windral
A barista was bean-ed to death in Santa Clara last night. The patrons of the Gloved Hand Coffee Roasters killed the barista in a rare coffee shop riot.
According to eye witnesses, the barista would not stop ringing a bell. According to the shop owners, the bell was to alert the staff that a new order had been placed. Eyewitnesses said that the barista in question seemed to abuse the privilege and began ringing the bell even when orders were not placed. Angry patrons asked the barista to cease bell ringing activities, but the barista, in a contrarian manner only rang the bell more often.
Hostilities erupted when one of the patrons stood up and seized his coffee mug and flung it at the barista. Other patrons were shocked, but joined in the melee when the barista struck the bell again. The other baristas took cover in the back office and in the restroom, to escape the flying debris. Chairs, roasted coffee beans, coffee cups, and even a laptop became ammunition for the patrons as they sought to silence the barista… permanently. The barista reportedly stood defiant and his last action was to ring the bell once more.
The bloody remnants of the body was removed by police and paramedics. The official cause of death was determined to be a stir spoon to the eye and suffocation from a mountain of Columbian coffee beans. The suspects are too numerous to count, and police have not released the names of any of the persons of interest.
Baristas all over the city are taking cover and closely watching the mood of their clientele. As of now, all bells have been banned in coffee shops, in an attempt to avoid similar hostilities.

Secret Agent Man

Jimmy walked into the coffee shop, his head held high. He was so pleased he was just bursting with the urge to tell someone. Anyone. But no, now that he had been hired by the Elite, he could no longer confide in his friends. Everything must be secret and hush hush.
He smiled to himself, and tried not to giggle. After all giggling was unbecoming a brand new agent. He stood in line and waited for his turn to order. Unfortunately it looked like there were only two people working the coffee bar, one at the register and one making the drinks. Normally it would probably have been o.k., but the afternoon rush hit, and there were over twenty people in line.
A cell phone went off, and Jimmy had to chuckle as everyone reached for their phones. How technology dependant society was becoming!
One by one the people in line turned to stare at him and he wondered what they were looking at. The ringing of the phone continued. Oh. It was his phone. He patted his pockets before he remembered what kind of phone he had.
Jimmy could feel the heat rise in his cheeks as he mumbled an apology and leaned down to take his shoe off. He twisted the heel and extended the antenna and began his conversation in soft tones. Now he wished he hadn’t had his cousin the techno mage design the thing for him, but of course Maxwell Smart, James Bond and Derek Flint were his heroes ever since he could remember. That was also why he had the theme song to James Bond programmed on his shoe phone. Now all he had to do was get used to the darned thing.
The conversation ended quickly. It was just his mom reminding him to come home for dinner. He rolled his eyes and wondered how long she would treat him like a little kid. He was an agent after all!
He retracted the antenna and clicked the heel back into place, but not before setting the phone on vibrate. He slipped his shoe back on his foot and turned to order his coffee.
There was one seat remaining in the crowded shop when he finally got his order. It was located right next to the coffee bar itself, and was rather loud. But that was fine because he was just on a bit of a break, and didn’t have any real work to do until Chief, uh Captain Jordan, sent him out on an assignment.
Jimmy took his time and savored his coffee. When the cup was finally empty, he stood and threw it in the trash can.
A tremor shook the ground.
He heaved a sigh of relief. At least he had had the forethought to put the shoe on vibrate. He leaned down and removed the shoe and once again turned the heel and extended the antenna. There was no one on the line. In fact there was nothing but dial tone. He shrugged and put his shoe back on, noticing for the first time that all the patrons were running to the door and screaming earthquake.

Fifi Gets Revenge

Fifi looked around her home in a slow thoughtful manner. It was a perfect home for her, being a pure bred poodle from Germany. She was a very spoiled poodle, and she took pride in that fact. Her Christian Dior plaid collar matched the highlights in her black fur. Her Royal Dalton food dishes held only hand selected food prepared especially for her by her very own cook. Her bedding was goose feather and her cashmere blanket kept her very warm and comfy when the temperatures would dip.
But somehow all this was not enough. Fifi wanted to explore the world, see other places, experience life as she saw other dogs doing. They were out in the world playing and exploring and doing everything she longed to do. Mom just didn’t understand. The trips to the vet and the groomers just didn’t cut it as she was chauffeured around in her very own doggie carrier. Mustn’t have these pedigreed paws touch the same ground as the unwashed masses! Fifi had heard that sentiment from Mom on more than one occasion. She also had doggie booties on, so her tender feet wouldn’t get cold on the marble floors.
Tonight though, tonight she would do it. She would leave her posh and comfortable surroundings and take in the big bad city. She would come back of course. That was never a question. She would actually hate to try to survive out on her own. Wherever would she get some one to bring her her mid afternoon caviar served at the correct temperature? But now, on to important things. How was she to get out?
Hmmm the door thing didn’t look too difficult to operate.
Fifi stood on her hind legs with her front paws braced on the door. She tilted her head and looked at the door opening device. It was a lever type thing. She reached out with one paw and pressed the lever down. There was a click and when Fifi dropped back down on all fours. The door swung toward her just a little.
Perfect! Fifi, stuck her nose in the widening crack, and with a jerk of her head, had the door open wide enough to get through.
She took her first steps outside and promptly sneezed. Hmm the air didn’t smell as fresh as she thought it would. No matter, her adventure was beginning!
Fifi descended the steps of her home and looked around at the great big world before her. There were many more two legs wandering around than she was used to.
That one over there looked really different, perhaps she should investigate?
Nodding to herself she trotted across the street, and had to jump out of the way as a horn sounded behind her. Her heart beat faster as she ran to the opposite side of the street and looked behind her. What had happened? Oh it was one of those two legged carrier things. She hadn’t had much experience with them as she was always in her posh doggie carrier.
Now where was that different two leg? She looked around but didn’t see it right away. Ah there it was!
She trotted after it, curious. It didn’t smell like a normal two leg. In fact it smell pretty bad to her dainty nose.
The thing stopped and looked around. She was careful to stay back, but the thing still spotted her. It’s eyes widened and she heard it growl “Poodle! My favorite snack!”
This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all.
The two leg started coming toward her with it’s claws stretched out, extended toward her.
Fifi growled, and was very surprised when the thing growled back. She yipped in dismay, and turned to run awa.
Home.
She would be safe at home.
Fifi looked around and realized she was in a great deal of trouble. Which one of these was her home? She had never seen it from the outside before. She wished she had thought about that before leaving home. She should have turned around when she left.
Fifi was grabbed and lifted in the air before she could finish her thought.
Darn. The two leg had grabbed her.
Well she wouldn’t go down with out a fight!
Fifi bared her teeth and snarled. Hmm that wasn’t having the desired effect. The two leg was lifting her towards it’s mouth.
She barked, and did something she had never done before. She deliberately bit the two leg on the arm, and then shook her head, making sure her teeth sank deep.
The two leg howled with pain and flung her away.
Fifi flew threw the air with the greatest of ease… not. She landed roughly on her side and yelped in pain.
Maybe going to explore the real world had not been the best idea she had ever had.
Fifi got to her feet and took a couple of wobbly steps. Whoa. The world was spinning. Was it supposed to do that?
She sat down and began to cry for Mom. This wasn’t fun anymore and she wanted her mommy!
Nothing happened. Mommy didn’t come, and neither did anyone else she knew. There was giggling coming from somewhere nearby. She looked around and saw a couple of squirrels laughing at her.
How dare they!
She would show them. Anger suffused her and gave her the strength of ten dogs as she bounded after them growling and snapping. She caught one by the tail and ate it before she thought about what she was doing.
Fifi sat down in shock. What the heck was going on? She had never eaten uncooked animals before. She tilted her head. Although it kind of tasted good, if it weren’t for that fluffy tail. It had tickled her throat as she had swallowed. Hmmm tasted a bit like chicken, but a little sweeter. Perhaps similar to Chicken Marsala? There were slight cedar overtones as well as a hint of nuttiness. Over all she would recommend it, but after it had been de-furred of course. Perhaps braised in a white wine sauce? That would taste delicious.
She looked around her and found that nothing around her looked familiar. The chase had taken her away from anything remotely familiar.
Fifi let out a big doggie sigh. Now what? She could try to find her home, but how would she know which direction to go? Hmmm at this point one was seemed as good as another. She turned around and started trotting back the way she came. Hmm if she could follow her scent? Hey maybe that would work! She would follow her own scent back to her home!
She traced her scent back, and came to an abrupt halt. Before her, leaning down on one knee was a two leg who had a strange device at his eye. He moved it down and was able to get a closer look. Oh, it was one of those picture things. She knew how to do that! She posed with one paw up, and her head cocked. Once she heard multiple clicks, she turned to her other side and posed again. This time all four paws on the ground. The picture thing clicked again and again.
Fifi was getting tired. Wasn’t this two leg ever going to stop with the picture thing? It didn’t appear so.
She trotted around him, but when she turned to look, he was still clicking the picture thing at her. Enough was enough all ready!

The photographer heard the growling coming from the dog he had just snapped pictures of. He looked down and saw the eyes of the dog glowed red in the darkness. That was a bit freaky.
Maybe he shouldn’t have taken so many pictures of the dog. But it had been so patient, standing and posing for him. Where could he find another subject willing to humor his hobby?
The dog came slowly toward him, red eyes glowing, and growling. Was that foam coming from the dog’s mouth? Shit! He’d been taking pictures of a rabid dog.
Was there some way he could use this to his advantage?
The dog leaped toward him, and as he was unprepared for the action.
Both dog and men went down in a heap.
Fifi was a dog possessed. She ripped into the two leg’s throat, tore and mauled the two leg.
She came to herself sitting on the sidewalk next to the mauled two leg. The taste of blood was strong in her mouth. Hmm not like chicken or squirrel at all. This had a much more salty flavor. Not too unpleasant, but not something she would indulge in everyday.
Fifi turned and trotted toward home.
The great wide world was fine in it’s place, but just not for her.