Walking along in the hot sun, I looked right, I looked left, I headed straight across the road safely, with Margy following.
Suddenly, I spotted him. Marcus! My sworn enemy. We have been at war for months now. Sometimes he hides so well it can be days before we meet. But today, I spotted his ugly grey coat before he saw me.
Quickly I dashed to the right and stopped under the tree he was trying to hide in. Yelling at him loudly, I informed him that he had no business being there. This was my turf and he knew it!
I would have thought he'd run right off, but NO. His arrogance was appalling. He stood up in that tree and stared directly at me. Then, in a flash, he had taken off. As I was about to follow, Margy grabbed me hard to stop me.
"Woman, leave me be. Don't you know I must be off. This is war!"
"Prince Albert," she scolded in an irritating deep voice. "You know we can't keep doing this. We must turn around now!"
"She must want to get reinforcements!" I thought as I immediately turned and followed her lead.
"Yes!" she exclaimed, handing me one of my favorite fish cakes.
"Even better!" I thought. "Sustenance! Vital to keep the army working hard. And it's been so long since I last ate. Not since the early dawn."
Breathing heavily, I walked slowly with her back to our den.
"Peace," I thought. "It may be short-lived, but while it is here, I shall enjoy it thoroughly. Or, as Margery loves to say, 'treasure the moments.'"
Wagging my tail quite happily, I started running, with Margery following closely, hanging on tightly to my leash. Marcus, that fool squirrel, nowhere in sight. Peace, indeed, reigned.
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