This is the twenty-first entry in a series created by brave kid and me, more of which he and I will be working on together in the future.(Pictures of the story's characters are also now available on my blog, the Keeper of the Fun blog!) Please enjoy! (BTW brave kid, thank you very much for all of the story suggestions you've given me. I've had a lot of fun working on these stories with you, and I very much appreciate it. I look forward to writing future stories with you.) :)
It's a beautiful day in New York City. Out front of Dot's Puppy Pound, Olaf, the pound supervisor's assistant, is sweeping the front walk, merrily humming to himself. "Dum-da-dum-da-da-da-da-da-dee..." Just then, he hears a sound behind him and peeks over his shoulder to see who was there. "Oh, hello, may I help y-" He then stops short and freezes in his tracks.
A small beige pug dog with a grey face, wearing a green sweater, and a pair of deely-bobs on his head, looks up at Olaf, giving him an odd stare. Panicked, Olaf backs up a bit until something catches his eye. Turning around, he sees a small black hairless cat with a white snout, belly, and paws, wearing a red sweater, and a pair of deely-bobs on his head, giving him the same odd stare. "Th-this is amazing!" Olaf stammers. "I gotta tell Mr. McLeish!' He then runs off to find his boss, crying, "Mr. McLeish!"
Meanwhile, in the yard out back of the pound, Niblet is reclining in a hammock, reading a book on aliens. "You're not reading those dopey books again, are ya?" Squirt inquires as he happens up to him.
"Yep!" Niblet replies excitedly, not noticing Squirt's comment. "This one's a real humdinger, too, yessir! It's all 'bout these aliens what make themselves look like Earthlings, even cats 'n dogs 'n stuff!"
"Aliens who make themselves look like cats and dogs?" Squirt echoes skeptically. "Oh, come now, Niblet, you don't honestly believe this stuff, do ya?"
"Well, y'never know, Squirt," the big sheepdog replies. "Stanger things have happened."
"All I'm sayin' is, aliens are about as far-fetched as-" Squirt's barely finished his sentence when he and Niblet suddenly spy the odd dog and cat from earlier standing in front of them. "Who-wh-wh-who..." the Chihuahua stammers. Before he can say another word, the strange dog walks up to Niblet and stares hard into his eyes, after which the cat does the same.
"Ah, good," the dog says in an odd-sounding voice. "We have analyzed their mode of communication."
"Quite." the cat replies in an equally odd voice. Squirt and Niblet can only stare in shock.