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Rushing Dog, Dead Snake
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July 1999
For the second time, I realized that my parents' commands would not explode me if disobeyed.
I crossed the tree line with my dog: Enheuser-Busch. Buddy. Two years old and fatter than my principal.
We ran across the neighbors' yard.
At the opposite tree line, half covered in soggy leaves, we found a dead snake, writhing with maggots.
We stared at our treasure: an offering from the forbidden side of things.
We stumbled into an orchard. I grabbed apples off the ground and snaggled a tooth.
No good. We left, promising to return for revenge, once wounds were tended to.
For the second time, I realized that my parents' commands would not explode me if disobeyed.
I crossed the tree line with my dog: Enheuser-Busch. Buddy. Two years old and fatter than my principal.
We ran across the neighbors' yard.
At the opposite tree line, half covered in soggy leaves, we found a dead snake, writhing with maggots.
We stared at our treasure: an offering from the forbidden side of things.
We stumbled into an orchard. I grabbed apples off the ground and snaggled a tooth.
No good. We left, promising to return for revenge, once wounds were tended to.
February 17, 2010
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