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Lonely It was a quiet night. No cars driving by, honking their horns. No sounds of little kids yelling. No dogs barking. Just peaceful and quiet. A gentle breeze blew with an occasional smell of spring in it. The air was just right, cool and fresh. Keith sat on his favorite porch rocking chair. He was just relaxing and gathering his thoughts. He liked to think. He liked to think. He thought about his dreams, he thought about his life and how it was going. He thought about his dog and how it used to be a playful puppy full of energy. It sure grew up fast. Keith thought about a girl he once fell in love with. He should probably get married before he turned thirty. Who knows maybe he’ll never get married. As Keith sat there, now thinking about his new, red truck, he noticed his shoe was untied. He stretched down to retie it and saw a small card beside his foot. Funny, he hadn’t noticed it there before. Maybe it blew up in the breeze. Yes that’s what happened, the wind had blown it there when he was off in dreamland. Oh well, he thought and then he picked it up. The card had printing on it. It simply read, “go look in your mail box”. Keith gave out a small chuckle and thought about his mailbox. Was someone joking around with him? It was probably that pesky neighbor boy, James. He was always coming up with something new and unusual to try out on his neighbors. “What the hell”, Keith said aloud. He then stood up and walked over to his mailbox and opened it up. “Yep, another card”, he said. The same small, black print on it too. Except this card said something just a little different. As Keith ran to his back yard where his dog house was, all he could think of was what the card had said in his mailbox. “YOUR dog is DEAD”. Keith suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. He could see blood. The dog house, which he had just painted a nice fresh coat of white, was now covered with red, blotchy stains. Blood everywhere. Who could have done such a deed? The golden retriever that Keith had loved so much and raised for four years now lay dead. There was hardly anything left of it. Its legs had been ripped completely off and were thrown around the yard. Its head was nailed to the front of the dog house. The body of his favorite and only pet was cut wide open and staked to the ground like some kind of science dissection. Is this really happening, he thought. He then leaned over and vomited up everything he had. He let it all go, then sat and cried for his dog and all the pain it must have went through. Keith realized that the mouth of the dog had something in it. Another damned piece of paper. He snatched it out with anger and read it slowly. The paper had some blood stains on it and had been wrinkled by the dogs still sharp teeth. But it was still readable. It said, “Fools follow clues, and you are no fool”. A few days later Keith got a call from the police which informed him that their where no finger prints found except his own and not to worry about it. They said it was probably some sick prank played buy some punk kids. Keith agreed and hung up the phone. He was still shaken up buy the notes and his deceased dog, but he was doing b... This is ONLY a preview of the article. If you would like to view the entire document, you must subscribe to Digital Term Papers. Please register below now! Digital Term Papers has over 63,000 essays, term papers, and book notes online. Many paper sites will charge you hundreds of dollars for a single paper. Digital Term Papers only charges $14.95 for a one month membership with instant account activation! Don't waste anymore time! Join NOW!!!
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