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Crazy Dog: 5 Minute Freewrite: Thursday

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First, that crazy dog was going after the mailmen. We all heard the stories, they were all over the news. But, what happened after the mailmen got all chewed-up and/or quit? That is the part that hasn't been talked about much and that is why I'm here in front of you today.

You see, the fact is that after the mailmen disappeared, the crazy dog didn't become passive and stay inside the yard like any other normal dog. No, it had the taste of blood. It wanted more. It had to get out.

It was any normal day just like the rest when I went into my backyard and called out for my crazy dog. That is when I saw the hole that went under the fence. "This cannot be!" I shout out in protest. I followed where the hole led. To my surprise, I was inside of a bank volt. The door was swung wide open. Guards were laid all about, a half-smiling look from the ingenuity of a crazy dog breaking into the bank's volt from beneath the floor, a half-terrified look from the dog's ravenous mouth that dripped a green sludge that melted the steel bars with ease.

Coming out of the bank and onto the street, I followed my dog's trail to the baker across the street. There, I found a dozen or so half-eaten muffins strown about across the floor like Mary Poppins up and left in a gust of a tornado. I searched for the baker. High and low, I searched. Nothing. Nothing but his face on a milk carton. Below, the title read:

Have you seen this man?

He was taken by that crazy dog.

Call 555-0955

How this could be happening all so fast is something I did not know.

I found a trail of hair that went out the back and into the alleyway. I followed the trail until I came in close contact with the CDC's building. Could it be that this is what turned my normal dog into the crazy dog that it is today? I wondered. But, the trail went passed the CDC's building and I breathed a sigh of relief. Geeze, that was a crazy thought. The CDC creating a crazy dog. I laugh out loud into the air that filled the space like a dozen planets rotating around the sun.

Continuing on, I followed the trail of up-turned vehicles, signs that were dropped on the ground by protestors, face shields and battering rams dropped by the armed forces that were sent to take care of the protestors. One lone woman, dressed in a tore dress, ran past me.

"Run," she said so timidly as if the boogie man would hear her and come after her if it was anything but a whisper. "There is a crazy dog loose. It is stronger than a goose."

She ran off before I could comment on how weak a goose is.

I found myself in my old high school after I'd found another hole and went through it. I saw the pictures of my teachers, some of whom were great educators, others who proclaimed that a basketball was flat - they had the pictures to prove it. I saw old classmates, Johny with his metal mouth, Sandra with her four-eyes, Kenny with that stupid orange hood covering his entire head, which kept his eyes hidden by the shadows that cast over them, and many more classmates that I'd chosen to forget over the years.

Finally, I heard Greg bark, the sound traveled down the length of the corridor like a saxophonist getting booed off stage while rotten fruit was being thrown at him. I ran down the hall, passing my old locker filled me with the memory of all the drugs that I'd hidden and sold out it. Getting to the end of the hall, I turned the corner and went into my old homeroom. There on the desk was Greg wagging his tail as Mr. Thumber, the school's janitor, patted him on the head.

"I love this crazy dog," said the janitor upon my arrival. "He brings me so much peace in a time of chaos."

My dog looked as normal as can be perched up on the desk. How could I be mad? People will just have to put the past behind them and move on.



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