More Big Booms

It happened a few weeks ago. It happened again. The big booms outside came back. [See previous article on the Big Booms.] My family left, and an hour later, the big booms started. They were extra loud this time. But my family was okay, again. Maybe these big booms aren’t too bad.

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Fishy Ground

I was in the back yard today, making my patrol, searching for rogue creatures; the usual.  I chased a few birds, caught a mouse… nothing was out of the ordinary.  But while I was  prowling along the west fence, I smelled some fish.  As we all know, the world can wait while I hunt for fish.  Fish always always always has priority over everything  else.  I followed the smell until I came upon it.

But there was no fish in sight.  It must be underground, I thought.  So I dug a bit, only to find that there was no fish at all, but the dirt smelled of fish.  Absolutely perplexing.  I sniffed the mound again.  Fish.  I nudged and nosed it around a bit; no doubt, the ground was really fish.  I took a taste:  It was like a cross between wood, dust and tuna.  Well, okay, I guess that’s good enough.  I started eating it ravenously.  It was the texture of dirt.  OK.

But my family alarmedly called me from across the yard.  Maybe I wasn’t supposed to eat the fish-dirt?  Hmm.  This might mean they were going to give me fish in just a little while.  We’ll see.

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Construction Zone

HOO-RAE! My family has finally finished updating the layout on my blog! Just need to add a bit of black paint here and there, and we’ll be done! I hope you like where everything is now. All the Archives and videos and such are now at the bottom. And the title has been improved in many different ways.

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Big Booms

Last night there were lots of big, scary booms outside. I couldn’t tell just where they were coming from; there was nobody in my yard, but there were lots of big booms. It was like there was a big scary dog in the sky that kept barking at me. It was a good thing I had a nice bed to hide under, so he couldn’t find me.

But what about all those other dogs? All the neighbours that might not have had beds to go under? Were they tortured and battered by the big dog? Well, I’ll have to patrol the block tomorrow and see if the other dogs are still there…if they are, are they injured?

The scariest part of all was that my family was out and about when the big booms were going. They came back smelling like the lake, but they weren’t harmed. But while they were out, their absence really troubled me. This kind of thing seems to happen every year. I wonder why.

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