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Son Of Sonuvagun Part 3 : The Reawakening
Once again boys and girls!
This stellar-like hub will perhaps not be featured at all, but will certainly serve the purpose for which it is intended. That is, an idea exchange between writers which does not presently exist on the forums. And since I've finally been permanently banned from the forums it gives me and other such martyrs a place to vent and opine.
I will endeavor to include all of the bells and whistles--including polls, maps, photos, etc.--to attain “featuredom” for this hub, but still, I’m not promising anything. It really makes no difference to me though, especially with the MTurks doing the rating.
I will place this particular hub under the category of Creative Writing. I assume there will be some of this in the comments, if not in the body of the article itself. However, I will take short stab at it to make it appear for real, so bear with me!
All God's Dogs.....
The old dog was lost. He sensed something familiar in the air though, smelled a scent so faint, so homey, he began to drool a bit at the aroma. He had been here before, had certainly visted the area in his long lifetime, but he still could not place the memory.
The woods were cool and shady. A sandy lane wound through tall trees as the evening sun shone through the leaves and needles of the various foliage adorning the limbs of the forest. It seemed so familiar here, so…….
Suddenly a rabbit ran across the dirt road, and Rags--the old dog’s given name--couldn’t resist giving chase. He picked up the rabbit’s scent easily enough, felt it rushing hot into his nostrils as if he were a young pup again. He leapt logs and streams, scurried through briars and thorns, ran until the prey was right in front of him, hopping and running for its life.
But then old Rags eased up, let the creature gain some distance on him and eventually escape completely. Strangely enough, the hound was not tired at all, was seemingly unaffected by the long race. And it was a good thing too, as all of a sudden a red fox appeared in the clearing, and the race was on again……
After a while of chasing the red fox and letting the vixen escape as he did the rabbit before, he spied a familiar figure walking towards him. The man’s scent was of an aroma he had not smelled in more than a decade of his long dog’s life. “Howdy ole Rags,” said the man “member me?” He did indeed…..
In Another Place
As the little boy sobbed uncontrollably, the old man tenderly rubbed the grizzled muzzle of the ancient hound, still warm with the last vestiges of life which had so recently fled the weary old body. The little boy unashamedly shed tears down on the old canine’s nose. The hound had always been around since the child had first arrived in this world. He could not fathom life without the canine in it. “Is he daid now Granpa?”
At first the boy's grandfather didn't say anything, seemed not to hear the child at first. He took off his coat--well used it was, but clean--and wrapped it tenderly around the old dog's body before saying, "Yep, he’s in Hound's Heaven fer shore, honey!”
“He served his time on earth well, shore nuff,” the man said “alus give his best in a hunt, whether it ’ud be a coon er a rabbit. Now he’s in Hound’s Heaven ef thar’s sech a place, an’ thar is, or I ain’t a-thankin’ thuh lord’s a-gettin’ his way bout sech things. Yep he’s gone now. He uz just 2 yars old when his old master died an’ I took ‘im home with me. A good ole dog, fer shore."