Ears that hung low they covered the holes of a great dog named Onix, he sat there with a thick collar around his neck, “woof woof, which way did my true companions go.” Outside a woman of stature yelled out, “hey buddy, you need to take it easy. What is everyone doing on this street. Why is everyone coming back to Odin’s den, ya’ll can’t find nothing else to look at,” Daena spoke very loudly. Blowing out of their nostrils Onix looked out at his window it was wide open, a beep was heard followed by some more yelling, “oh poochy, how are you, are you still stuck in there locked with nowhere to go, oh you sure are a sorry one for sure. Ahehehe.” Placing her hands below her eyelids she rubbed it, “waiting around like always Onix? Nothing new I guess,” he sighed as if he was waiting all day to say what came out of his tongue and lips. “Oh, Onix what are we going do with you, still dragging your paws around doing something I hope, oh buddy you need to take it easy,” said Amie. Looking away at the door a noise was heard; below was a room with goblets and potions and all types of liquids and gases they were hung on lines with firm tripods and stands. Bubbling with trouble next to the doctor was a concoction it overflowed and dried up, raising his glasses he coughed, he took his glasses off, “yuck of muck, darn it mother trucker, unnnhhhnn.” With his lips closed he bit down harder than he could, he looked at the glass of a goblet, “whoever turned my heat off will get it,” he looked up and continued to take hours with no end trying to use boiled gases that he concocted to eventually evaporate, dry and thin like a basin of salt with nothing in it. Up ahead was a man who whistled, “what up bud, what’s going on Onix,” a woman next to him shrieked, “what a cute dog isn’t he.” The woman bit her lip she imagined herself rubbing the head of the dog using her fingers to rub the upper sides of its ears, “yesh yesh yesh.” With brawny bucked teeth Onix tilted his head, “I mean the petting I’m used to sure I guess but thank yah.” Leaving the side of its mouth open the dog looked down “aw shucks, I mean no one else is here at least, it’s just me, where is everybody?” Howling like it was nighttime the wedge of a cheddar moon was not yet up, it was sunny as the sky started to turn sinister orange. Suddenly, walking up the steps was a lady with curly hair it was weaved like strings, “oh poochy, yoohoo, oh honey bunny where is my good pal and friend.” She was wearing high heels that were pink her feet were holding her up, as if she was on a runway for a beauty pageant. With a fur coat on and a warm woven sweater she flipped over the first tail of her scarf like she was the main attraction, the last runner up to stand on a stage. “Hehehe, oh man oh man my poochy, is in for a treat. What is taking you so long up these steps, Mr. Hendricks?” With his last step of a pep on his black soled feet he raised his hand up and closed his umbrella behind him, “there was a man who tried to hand me something after you went in from the side Ms. Yowandalise. I am ready to see what you are to trying to show me.” Clacking her high heeled toes she took a slight pause, with the flick of her finger a string of blue light exited her indexed tip and nail, “you’ll see, acunalabannanahodulacondenaprasonabinuaopenallalalatralcanitua.” Unlocking the door without using any of her fingers, Mr. Hendricks had his head tilted looking at the other corner, “oh look, Ms. Yowandalise a ring that looks like a crime scene is right next door from this one that we stand at. I wonder what it must be, some sort of decoration ain’t it?” With a smile that was devious she unlocked that door with nothing but her finger and the flick of her wrist, “oh it’s good to be home, oh pooooochyyyyyy, my sweet baby boy where are you?” Leaning on a wall Mr. Hendricks looked around, “huh, I don’t remember ever seeing this place all dirty.” All pretty, Ms. Yowandalise, placed her toes and feet in front of a stand, she opened a drawer, “dirty place, no that is not our mess, oh ho no, we don’t need to worry about that. A little grime and dirt it never hurt.” Placing his paws above his head a strike of a thunder banged the top of the floor. Onix ducked his head as he looked up the sags of his ears draped lying on the sides of his head, looking up at the ceiling was a bug it winked and hissed at the dog below, “ahnnnn, who came in, what is everyone doing, woof woof, cute doggy, ahn ahnn ahnnn.” With a laugh so loud, a voice that sounded like a soprano blared a woman roared out as she screamed to the rooftops, “oh ho, so poochy thought his bottom self was not going to see me, ahehehe, oh no no no. I still need to feed him so good ole doggy chow.” Using a spoon and a metallic bowl Ms. Yowandalise plopped the food of doggy chow right in the bowl. Onix hid under his bed the scourging whips and crashes of lighting resounded, it took the lights and everything out, “curses ahnnn, my gas is still not complete, mother trucker, I am tired, who turned out the lights I can’t see it, shoot, ahnnnn. I’m so upset right now screw you skies and heavens, I hate all of you and everything in it.” Mr. Hendricks laughed, “ahahahaaaaaaaa ahahahaaaaaaa ahaaa ahaaaahaaa ahhhhaaaa.” Shaking their short-tailed butt with the bottom raised up above the lower bedframe crashes of thunder struck. Mr. Hendricks’ laugh started to morph and change into a deeper voice that sounded like an automated robot that was about to shut down from too many stimuli. He grew horns and his body became firmer he started to become chiseled and built and ripped as he took off his shirt. Pinching the arms of several men and woman he ran outside like a quick man trying to grab everything he can, “Hahaha, I want some of these, they all look scrumptious to me. Apple bottomed jeans with a pumpkin-colored hat, place some whipped cream top of that, and I will down you down in seconds.” Squashing the wet can of meat, Ms. Yowandalise’s pink dress turned to a robe that was ragged and gray. Her eyelids grew sags, she stood there, “no more of that snot-nosed no good for nothing dirty derriere of a short, tailed pooch of a colored mutt. I no longer have to take care of, clean and pick up from its hairy behind, ahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I am tired of this dry place and this whole meaningless life.” Ms. Yowandalise roared an authentic scream, “I hate this pooch of a dirty rotten flipping fracking mutt of a hound dog he is the grossest thing ever. Dumb defiled dog, you never satisfied me, but my assignment was to feed you with wet meat, your sorry self, aheheheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I am finally free from this gross inhabitance that locks this dumb-founded doggy in. Bombs away and bon voyage from all of your gross snot nosed no good for nothing grimy messy crusty cruddy selves, you all sicken me and make me want to die and scream, hahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I am free, yes indeed, dumb truckers y’all have no idea how painful it was, ya’ll can see later on after your own whole lives are done. Now my time is up, alaababababdhnddjjddbnhashahahlllacontanaexodususoavvavavsianoraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaredianichiuaaaaaaaaaaa. Hahahahahahaahahahha.” With crashing thunder Ms. Yowandalise clapped, she appeared at a street as she hit her head with her fists as if she was playing drums or a similar instrument. A chant of a song that sounded like drums echoed in the distance. Mr. Hendricks was running on walls looking at passerby the streets were crowded that night, “mmmmm.” Crawling itself out of the hole of a space under a bed frame Onix no longer stood he felt the room become less tight there was no more pressure or noise that surrounded his body. The door of Ms. Yowandalise’s apartment opened, “better get a move on. I wonder who will take me in this time. So much for Ms. Yowandalise and Mr. Hendricks they are now gone, someone will keep me company.” With its feet Onix walked out and didn’t dare look back. Sharded glass with chips crashed and clashed and shook the building that had nothing in it but the mixer, “ahhhhhhh, I’m sick of thisssssssss come take me out of this place, I hate it, mother truckers who leaves before me mother truckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs, ahhhhhhhh, mother truckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs.” Sighing Onix made his way out he didn’t look back after all of that.