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Denzel
Denzel
Denzel was a dog. He was a nice brown dog who loved to play. Running after his ball was fun. Everybody loved Denzel until it happened. The Neo Soviet leader, Putin The Dog, went mad. Cabin fever was rife in Russia. Vlad had a triple dose.
Someone photo-shopped a photo of a man in a suit. His head was a dog. A cute brown dog who looked like Denzel. Why did they do it? To create chaos and war and have a pop at Putin.
Everyone who saw Denzel when he was out walking pointed, persecuted and pounced. Denzel was nearly killed. His left leg was broken. All because he was a cute brown dog with small eyes.
Putin The Dog had similar eyes but his were malicious, crafty and selfish. They spoke of insanity, empire building and unfinished business. Denzel's eyes were warm, loving and alive.
He was a dog who wanted to be left alone. There was little chance of that. Denzel wasn't a war mongering bastard. The PS'ed photo went viral. His owner was run down and killed, their house was fire bombed.
Denzel limped off into the forest, his brown coat scorched. A rabid group hunted him down. Were they mad? He was a dog for sake. Not Putin The Dog who wanted a new empire at all costs.
But Denzel was smart. He went to ground. He'd elude the madmen and then go after the biggest madman of all. Putin The Dog. Denzel was beyond mad.
First the photo, then the murder of his owner, losing his home, being hunted.
Yes, Denzel the brown spaniel would get even. Especially with Putin The Dog. It was all his fault.
Picnic by Jimmy Boom Semtex
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Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex
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