ADVENTURE OF SALVIN SAWYERR

"COLLY IS DEAD"

  I came back home from school, like every other day. Tired and happy after the day's activities, my sisters and I ran up a flight of stairs after walking in through the front gate, unlocked the door, and were welcomed in by Mum.
  The house was very silent, so it was quick to notice the odds. However, I was too tired to do anything other than ripping my clothes off my back and falling on a cushion in the living room.
  Then the words came spilling out from the lips of one of my sisters: "Mummy, where's Colly?"
  "Yeah!" agreed the other.
  Mummy looked at us from where she laid, then said slowly, "Colly's dead."
  My sisters were ripped into pieces. They began to cry and ask how it happened. She explained that when Colly was let out for his sequential walk — all by himself — he got hit by a bike. Mum admitted having heard the single scream from "a dog" outside, but she was too tired to stand up. She said that when she got downstairs, later on, street neighbours presented our dog to her; lifeless. She was asked to take him in, but she was too broken to accept him that she asked some boys to take him away and make do of him whatever they thought best.
  I was short of words, but I knew my mum always had some pranks up her sleeves, so I joked about it and strolled into her room — Colly was nowhere to be found. The kitchen's door was open, so it was obvious he wasn't there as well, or else he'd have run out to welcome us immediately we returned. I still checked, nevertheless.
  I returned back to the living room, then asked my mother, "Mum, are you sure you're not joking?"
  "I'm serious," she said. "I couldn't even get myself since I received the news."
  It was then I began to feel dejected. It pained me that I hadn't given my dog any attention for his last two weeks with us.
  "You could have at least taken the body," I said.
  She looked the other way, then said, "By the way, Salvin, I just bought a book. Help me get it, it's in your room."
  I was mad inside, but I had to be calm. Like seriously, a book? I walked away to my room and on unlocking the door and pulling it out, lo and behold, a black and white furred border collie dog with red tongue hanging out of parted lips stood erect, wagging its tail.
  "Colly," I said slowly and in a low voice, ashamed of myself for being pranked by Mum again. "Damn."
  "Have you seen the book!" her voice rang with humour mixed with it.
  "Yes, Mum, I've seen it!" I called back.
  My dog was jumping here and there to receive an order, happily. I bent down and shaked his head and tickled him, then whispered, "Let's go to the parlour."
  Colly led the way to the living room, and on seeing my sisters he began to jump on them.
  My sisters were so happy they screamed out loud.
  "Colly was dead and has come to life," I said, to cover up my embarrassment.😅
  My mum laughed her stomach out as my sisters screamed at her for lying to them.
  P.S: my mum is the best pranker in the world, she literally had our hearts in our mouth.
  Moral lesson: spend quality time with loved ones while you still have them.
  Thanks a million for reading. You can drop your consolations and go now🙄.