TOWN FOLKS LIKED US WELL ENOUGH UNTIL THEY MET MY AUNT FRAN AND HER PET, Slocumb. The first day Aunt Fran and Slocumb ventured into town, clusters of onlookers gathered at the corners to stare. Aunt Fran, frail and thin, cane in one hand, slowly made her way along Main Street, pausing now and then to catch her breath and admire a window display. Slocumb, on a beautiful aqua suede harness and lead, lumbered along behind her, sniffing at the potted flowers along the way. The slow pace was to his liking and he enjoyed the hot sun beaming down on his broad back.
Aunt Fran had her destination in sight- "The Pampered Pooch". Slocumb's nose twitched at the scent of fresh-baked treats drifting lazily up the street. Too wide to fit through the door, Slocumb was tethered to a fence post while Aunt Fran climbed the three steps into the shop, pausing at each to steady herself. A few moments later, she emerged with a bag full of gourmet dog treats.
Slocumb snorted and grunted in joy as he realized that they were for him. The folks on the corner gazed in disbelief as my tiny fragile 80 year old Aunt gave Slocumb a kiss on the snout and then hand fed him the bag of treats one by one. Speechless, they watched as this 97 pound lady and her 400 pound Hampshire hog began to wander back down the street, Slocumb grunting and snorting as he plodded along beside her.
The first part of this story (in caps) was provided in a writing class as an opening line for a story, the rest is from my wacky brain!
SG Sachs, written in 2004
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