I didn't believe what had just happened. I was the filthy dog?!
Was that what he was dreaming?
I gave him food and a life! What more could he want?
Marcel picked me up by the tail. I tried hard to keep my grip on the mattress, but I slipped.
"Now you will understand the pain I felt!" He snarled. His breath smelled like the fig.
He hooked me to the expensive leash, and pulled me down the stairs of the apartment.
I bonked my head and fell on my tinkers.
That was painful, but Marcel found it humorous, and howled with laughter all the way. It looked like his invisible tail was wagging like crazy.
He pulled, and tugged the leash, as I started seeing stars everywhere.
"Please, oh dear god, let this be a dream!" I prayed as he continued tugging.
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The Sweetest Fig - The next part
HumorSo, if you haven't read the book, The Sweetest Fig, I advise you read it before reading this story otherwise you will not understand this story. The hilarious story of Marcel and Bibot as they switch bodies, and have to live in each other's ways for...
