The Book Of Random Stories

A Dogs Sacrifice

WARNING: IF YOU ARE OVERLY SENSITIVE TO DOGS OR ANY OTHER ANIMALS DEATH DO NOT READ.
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I lived in an asylum, problem was, I was the only living creature left, a terrible explosion had shook the building, leaving behind the rubble and my cell, I was blocked in from all sides by tons of rock and glass, blood from another room was beginning to pool into mine. I sat back and took a deep breath, what was I going to do? No food, No water, then I looked at the puddle on the floor and shuddered, No. I was not going to turn to that, A faint noise could be heard from above, a tapping maybe? Could they be rescuers, coming to save me? No, it's best not to get my hopes up, I could, and probably would die in here, if I didn't actually go crazy first.

(The strange tapping continues for another hour, or maybe two, it could have only been a few minutes but it was impossible to tell in the darkness.)
The man sitting in the cell smiles, his teeth the only thing bright in the room, he utters something like "woody woodpecker" under his breath and then "I remember that show" He begins singing a strange, upbeat song.

Wooody Woodpecker,
Wooody Woodpecker,
He's back again,
He's your new friend,
Wooody Woodpecker.

I'd been watching a LOT of stuff about Kim Kardashian before I got taken here, my friend got concerned and told the associates at this mental hospital about my obsession and they took me here for a little bit of "remediation" I've been here for over two years and they've been claiming that I still wasn't "completely better" I don't see how a little obsession with the coolest girl ever warrants being locked up in an asylum. Another crash broke through my thoughts, light was filtering through the room the light revealing the huge amount dust floating through the room. Something was falling into the room and when I saw what it was it made my eyes fill up with tears.

There lying on the floor,
Was the one thing that adored,
Me through the good times and bad,
My one true friend and little lad,
Had found me through the rubble thick,
Exhausted himself, the little crick,
And laying on the floor now dead,
My puppy with his little head,
Lying on my lap,
Had saved me when everyone said I was on crack.