Polly Purebred Saved By Underdog

Polly Purebred was a bit too stuck up for my taste. But Underdog was always there, with a heave and a haste. I remember being shocked when I saw him in color in 1964. Picturing him in blues, not reds, now seeing him down to his core. He flew across the screen at Polly’s first whistle. His cape was smooth and clean, without thorns or a thistle. Polly Purebred never stop yelping, not a favorite with me. But Underdog always saved her, with a bit of cartoonish glee.