Unnecessary Revolution Mister Chip 
NdScimmia: Hello everyone, happy holidays past? ok, this story was written for Spacewave, a competition tied to Arezzowave. It was a starting point written by a famous author and continue. I chose to Lansdale. The initial part of the Master is the part in italics, after the bad start :-) NdScimmia 2: I changed a bit 'of links, have you seen? that is, I've added. NdScimmia 3: the dog above really exists. It has not been revived with a necromantic ritual. It 'just born that way. I think. When you walked out the door, the sun had become red and dying slowly in the row of houses on the other side of the street. A dog wagging its tail crossed the road. He bent down, gave him a pat and thought. I still have one thing to do. He was not sure, however, to succeed as before. He remembered what he always said to his friends - the whole question of training and sleeping on the stomach - and now there was no training. In exchange, the hair was left on the stomach and how, despite the layers of common sense and education by which it had camouflaged too many years.
took the dog, pulling force on the left and trying to close the mouth with his right. The
Botolo said in a growl, snapping their jaws very close to his fingers. A delightful show of angry hair and fangs bared and quivering, like the man did not remember some time ago.
And he, a sweaty fat man with a mustache and say so long calloused toe to look like mushrooms, for a few moments he felt transfigured into something close to a symbol. The symbol of the revolt, the silhouetted against a red sun, belly dancing and a dog that wiggles her.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Shut up, stupid bastard!"
hands closed by tightening their grip on the dog's snout, just as the beast was barking something about his pedigree. Fuck the pedigree.
adrenaline swallowing each mouthful of air, ran desperately, calculating all the damage that would be likely to cause in the few seconds before being discovered.
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Retrieved from "the beagle will be back to fly", published by Krypto, 2031
stories talking dogs, there have always been. Treated as a circus freak or anything from cartoons, it does not matter: I think it's always existed in the human race, the intuition of a possible contact between our species. Exorcised by intuition funny cartoon characters, however, subservient to the Lord, accommodating and conscious of their role as subordinates.
must have been a shock when, on that historic January 16, 2019, Ugly Sam sent his howling of equality.
For us it was. Ugly Sam certainly did not look like a leader. Born hairless, with eyes completely white and spirited, the small, crooked teeth, seemed to come out of the worst nightmares on human Pet's Cemetery.
Yet, from the podium as winner of ugliest dog of the World, Ugly Sam to a single sentence was enough to change history.
Nobody expected he could speak. Nobody expected that uttered those words.
Today I had a dream.
*
Ten years, Chip was still able to afford to watch cartoons and get the feel nasty dog \u200b\u200bcatchers.
Moreover, it was a challenge to try to do the opposite: Typically, in each episode, they were heavy and dark as a serial killer. Sometimes, indeed, not seen even in the face and recognized them only from uniform and the snare, as if their existence was all there, clearer than a text syllable. If
laughed at those who have bad raucous laughter of coarse, swooping down on stray and push them unceremoniously into the truck that resembled a police cell.
A Chip would like to do various jobs, in a chaotic event that had whipped the scientist inventor and then to the Police. The belly had already assumed a critical circle when he realized that the dog catcher was the only option that had not yet failed.
Yet something about him as a child was to be stayed, because at first he had thought his work as contemptible get gold teeth to the dead. Then
c'aveva used to it. Training. Sleeping on the stomach.
"Dogs like you are breaking our necks," hissed the ear of the trapdoor.
was not true, but the desperate cry of his hostage filled his heart with satisfaction unhealthy.
He looked beneath him.
View from the roof of his house, the street where he had always lived close and seemed unfamiliar. Below, already started to thicken the first dozens of dogs accompanied by their humans, with upturned nose and eyes dismay. German Shepherds cop barked men support to form the first weld to hold the curious, while old bulldog in front of neighborhood bulleggiavano mawkish poodle, commenting smugly every move made by the police, there in front.
On the roof of a building of five meters, Chip thought of Donald Duck. Donald had been his colleague in shifts before the Liberation. Really looked like Donald Duck, looking sullen and sulking that resembled a beak, and also had the same propensity to get angry easily and work as little as possible.
When the air had changed, he began to do the pedicure for dogs. Not if he drew well: those bastards were specific types, who liked the job done right, and Donald was always too arraffazzone. When Chip had reviewed years later, it was twice as thin, with the exhausted air and got to complain about other human beings just outside the door his shop, as if to ingratiate himself with his new masters fours.
"I do it for you, Donald" Chip whispered.
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(From Best Friends Dog, which airs daily on Dogville Station at 13:28)
"In light of what happened, he believes it is still possible 'integration? "
" Thank you for your question. It 'obvious that these incidents are regrettable and should never happen. But the judge hasty assessment of the political right "
" Some governors of the least progressive threaten serious sanctions against humans
"Well ... of course, anger has its weight. However we are beasts and would be foolish to ignore the benefits that living with you humans have portato.Quest 'interview could never be made and transmitted only by dogs, for example, "
" So, all forgiven? "
" Of course not. For years, we are in the midst of a cultural revolution of enormous scope. Some of you have not yet agreed: they were the dominant species for millennia does not help to admit the fact that most of the roles of power are quite capable now occupied by dogs. Yet it is so and until it is clear that we enjoy the same privileges, incidents like this will be on the agenda "
" So the recipe for the humans who have not yet figured out how things are is to accept it? "
" I would not say precisely with the terms of gender, but the message is about this "
" I think this is the world we would have liked Ugly Sam? "
" I do not know. Of course, times have changed and even he could have imagined all the consequences of his teaching "
" One last question: how to react to the accusations of the Right, that one of his ancestors was among the most ferocious mastiffs of Auschwitz? "
"E ' always silly to latch on to these topics. It 'an old story. And in any case, it was the time when men ruled. We certainly did not have freedom of choice ... obeying orders, nothing more "
*
When darkness descended, and really did not take long, Chip looked under the self- floodlights were lit one after the other and pointing at him, gave the whole scene a macabre and playful spirit of Grand Guignol imminent.
"I'll let you in pieces, you little bastard ... even kill the family," hissed the ear of the trapdoor.
The dog tried - with much less conviction than before - to get free and then cry disconnected phrases about a possible reward if it had been vacated. A Chip
felt like laughing. Because there, on top of a shabby building and the paint flakes on the walls, he felt someone finally after too long.
Maybe the whole sense of his fall, all the gray that had fallen at breakneck speed in recent years, was justified in being there, at that time.
Then, a desperate barking dogs from the police cordon.
"Boy, do not be silly! You're ruining my life! "
"My life is already 'ruined enough, disgusting pile of fleas!"
The low growl that followed the burning on the lips a more vibrant smile of a madman. A howl imposed silence again. Then the same voice as before, a little 'tighter and more rigid.
"Boy, I'll get you yet. You fucked up, but did not kill anyone. At most you can accuse of kidnapping, but if you're playing well, you're not even in a cage for a year "
" From the right, "murmured the desperate trap door in his hands. Chip
sucked the breath. Then he burst out laughing fat and complacent, his mouth was a black circle drawn on a big face growing red. The belly danced more than usual, rocked by small waves of laughter. If they had not been undertaken to hold her hostage, his hands would have to, by script, to be beaten against the belly, as in the old cartoons with the bad guys laughing in a dramatic way. The bad, the dog catchers.
think of something to say as the last sentence.
Something very zen, that would express his mood.
"PISC I WANT ALL THE FACE!" He shouted, throwing himself under weeping with his hostage.
*
Late in the evening, the dogs looked more bodies squashed on the pavement.
should be put to them on a leash. The
by a finger and take his paw.
And if one day they were bored and decided to make it pay?
We're too different, we can not live with.
My grandmother still existed when there were no humans, and says that while the kennels did not need doors.
We are terribly crushed.
But there is no need to transcend.
Ugly Sam was a jerk.
... dogs and humans looked at askance for a whole night, and for many nights to follow, since then.
