Bark for me Boris

"Yes, it is true. You are a man and I am a woman, and sorrowfully there is nothing that can done to change this fact. We are sworn enemies for life. You are the dog and I am your master. Bark for me Boris." She address me sternly, odd after her display of emotions. I wondered what was in store for me. "That is truly regretful" I replied, keeping my senses tuned to any emotion she might display. There was no reaction. I began to think that she to was a mannequin and that I had been made a fool once again.

We stood there looking into each other’s eyes for a good second or to, it would have been romantic had not her eyes seemed vacant and translucent in nature. I wept. I wept like a baby who was unable to suckle his mother’s breast at a young age because they realized he was tongue-tied. I don’t know why I was so overcome with emotion by looking into her sad eyes, but there was something there, something hidden that no man would ever see.

"It is time for you to go now" she proclaimed to me as she swept the dust off of her eyebrows. "Where?" I asked.

"You must meet with a man named Stoney. He is in a place not so far from here" she answered.

"How am I to find him?" I asked, bewildered.

"Follow the path of wisdom and you will come to him. Do not let temptation tempt you. Remember, you work for us. If you fail at your designated task you will be terminated."

I was scared. Termination was not my idea of a good time.

We departed each other’s company and I proceeded outside where the stagnant air hurt my throat. The city was becoming a hellhole where rats devoured the carcasses of small children that had been demolished by their own siblings. I did not know where to go or even where to begin my search. I tried to find a clue at the library, but that came to no avail. I was stumped. I walked back outside and sat down on a small set of stairs that were against the wall leading towards nowhere.

Just when I was convinced that I was going to be terminated, a pink Cadillac drove by and a group of drunken teenagers threw a turtle out of the window at me. I dove to catch the turtle so that he would not be injured when he reached the end of his flight. Since I have terrible hand eye coordination, the turtle bounced roughly off of my funny bone. Why do they call it a funny bone? It isn’t very funny; in fact it hurts! After clutching my arm for a while I checked on the status of the dead turtle. Sure enough, the dead turtle was dead. His head was pointing north. I took this as a sign and continued my requested task, walking north.

I walked north for days. Not stopping to eat or drink. I was determined. I was going somewhere. I walked and walked until the road turned and I did not know whether or not to stay on the road or continue in a northern direction. It occurred to me that it was strange that the road went due north for so many miles, but I let the thought pass; I had more important things on my mind. I decided to continue on the road since there appeared to be a large town ahead and that might be where Mr. Stoney resided.