Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Gimme someadatpie

Lucky had just finished NOT EATING in the diner and walked through the kitchen, speeding up when the cook saw his tail and thought it would be a good idea to chase him. Seemed like a pattern wherever Lucky went, no matter what he did, he was always being chased out or yelled at. Funny how people discriminate against the outdoor dogs of the city. He walked down the alley and suddenly smelled heaven. He hadn't smelled pie since he lived with his owner, who baked daily. He had grown up with this smell, a smell that he had come to associate with home, something he hadn't thought about in a looooong time. He walked to the main street and saw a line of humans lining up for something, but he didnt know what that something was. It looked like a Village People revival, firemen, policemen, construction workers and the like, lined up for something that lucky had to see. He started at a walk, but soon started running, why , he did not know, but a the time he felt like he needed to run. For once lucky was running after something rather that being chased. He got the front of the line and hit a wall of pie aroma. He was in a daze, in a land he hadnt been to in a while, a land of pie with wings and crowds of village people waiting. It was peaceful. It was quiet. It was pie.

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