One day, I was walking down the road. Singing, carefree, and not carrying a load. I and my friend, Matt were just playing. We were at a church field merrily chattering. Suddenly, here came a little shaggy dog. Excited, I could not move a limb or tree log. Matt ran in one direction and I in the other. All the while, the dog was getting a lot wilder. The dog ran much faster than Matt or me. I said, "you get away, now; let me be!" Well, too late; he had my right little leg. I guess he thought it was a chicken peg. As the dog bit me, I took a bite of him. Now, he had become the hurting victim. I was not going to free him or let him go. I was riding his little back, "tally ho!" The dog was screaming in pain; as was I. I told him, "you mean mutt; turn into a fly!" We both fought hard for a little while. When adult help came, I had a big smile. When this raging dog was pulled off. In my mouth was fur that was soft. I had to have three small stitches that day. I made sure that that dog had a price to pay. He will never bite another foe or a friend. Because he will be hurt or see an end. After that, he never came out of his yard. Being afraid; I might become a sluggard. Copyright (C) 1996 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
This is a true story of what happened to my son, Michael.
It was not funny at that time, but we often laugh at it now.
It is another poem included in one of my poetry books.
I hope that you are enjoying them.
Marva L. Dowdin
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