Damn Dog

Circus clowns visit sick boy. CC photo Boston Public Library.

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David was dying. Death looked in the door, delighted how detrimental the disease was to David. The dissection of David was scheduled for dusk. The disease had a disturbing effect, of disallowing the infected the desire to live. Without the desire to live, David’s life was disavowed, delivered to Death like a dinner dish.

Doctors sent in dressed up dolts to distract David from his disposition. Death watched. A doll faced man danced, another drew daisies, but David’s downcast thoughts were undeterred; until the third dimwit demonstrated a dog. The damn dog licked David’s face. And David’s demeanor became different. Death was displeased.

Death delivered the last dose of the disease. But the damn dog distracted David and the dose missed its destination. Death sighed as doctors rolled David away for surgery. Death was disquiet for depreciating the impact the dog would have on David. Death turned and followed the dressed up dolts. His underworld still needed additional dead.