and were shocked to see that his twin sister was not an identical twin, but in fact, looked more like a
Baboon, not so much a monkey. That’s when the evil scientist revealed they weren’t siblings at all but part of a secret plot to breed and train talking animals.
Meanwhile, in an animal shelter far away, Vicky the Poodle, kept to herself, too nervous to admit that she too could speak .
Vicky loved to watch Planet of the Apes because it showed talking animals that were actually in charge. She wanted so much to
Become the mayor of her city.
Just think of it—the very first female mayor! She mused. Also the first dog mayor…but still
she would have a lot of work to do to convince people that a dog would make a great mayor. After all, poodles were thought to be high maintenance but she didn’t need a salary but wanted to be paid in
Kibbles and Bits. Except she knew that
if she revealed her ability, the evil scientist would capture her so she…
Acted cute and adorable, hoping that a kind family would adopt her and she could trust them enough to reveal herself
to be trilingual. Vicky was most fluent in her native canine but being a Poodle she also could converse in French. English had been a problem to master with it’s odd rules yet
Happy birthday, @RN69!
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When visitors came to look at the dogs with a view to possible adoption, Vicky began to listen carefully to their comments. A couple with two kids stopped to look at a dachshund, but the little boy laughed and said, “No, not that one! Its legs are too short!”
@Bartholomew8 Thanks! (Arf & Merci in keeping with the story line)
Vicky looked at the family, and did some quick thinking. She started wagging her tail and started a little dance
And was quickly adopted and taken to her new home.
Which was a converted school bus, that the parents, Harmony Moonglow and Wulfgar the Seventh Level Mage, had worked for years on to accommodate their business of
Cuckoo clocks and fisher supplies.
The cuckoo clocks kept poor Vicky awake all night. They were all showing different times. Whenever she managed to drop off to sleep, one of the clocks would immediately
begin to cuckoo the time on the hour only to be answered by other clocks a few minutes later. It became a cukooing cacophony of chronology that was driving Vicky to
despair. Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore and
smoked away her stash of Cuban cigars, and dug up her favourite bone to take to
the new place she would find to live. She didn’t even say goodbye as she
jumped out of the moving bus. Luckily for Vicky, she landed safely in…