The Pumpkin's Night of TerrorR. B. Pratcher
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The Pumpkins' Night of Terror
Today Buddy is happy, like most days. It is very rare that he is unhappy or depressed or sad and if, then it will not last longer than a few minutes, unless of course if someone was to keep him away from his Daddy or his best friend and great love, Brandy. Buddy is a dog, a handsome one, according to his Daddy and a very good boy, so his Daddy tells him often. He looks like a white German Sheppard and is just as big.
Buddy has lived all his life with his people. Considering the fact that they are humans, they are not too hard to train and he loves them dearly. He has gotten used to their strange habits a long time ago. Always trying to sleep a floor above his head, shutting doors to keep all the good smells out, putting stuff into the toilet bowl and then make it disappear, hiding candy in the spring time, stay inside with terrible cold air blowing in his face during the summertime, putting trees up in the house, which he was not allowed to sniff or water, during the winter time and, like right now, bringing pretty orange pumping balls in the house and make them look funny and glow during autumn time. When the entire neighborhood is filled with glowing pumpkins they will put silly clothes on him and on their own self and go around begging for treats. Of course, begging for treats is fine with him, he loves treats!
Just this time, something is not right. There is this one pumpkin on the front steps, in front of the door and it just does not smell right. Every time Buddy walks past it, he catches a whiff of this strange odor, steps back and grows.
"You silly pooch, it's just a pumpkin, a vegetable!" his Daddy says and laughs at him.
"Yeah, and I'm just a kitty-cat," Buddy answers, but Daddy just grins and opens the door.
"And I'll get you, mutt," a voice whispers, just before the door closes behind Buddy's pretty fury tail. However, it is not in Buddy's nature to dwell on things and it never takes him long to shake off the goose bumps the pumpkin causes. But then something so outrageous and terrible happens that he becomes very careful.
Brandy's Mom came to the house, terribly upset and in tears and, worst of all, without Brandy!
Brandy is Buddy's very best friend, she is not even half his size, she is a dachs-hound, but very smart and so very beautiful. Buddy loves her with all his heart.
"She disappeared, just like that! One moment she was there and the next she was gone. I just don't know what to do! I have been looking everywhere for her," Brandy's mom sobbed. Buddy felt like sobbing too, but, being the good boy he was, he only whined a little and tried his best to comfort Mrs. Brandy's mom.
"I'll get my coat and we'll go out together looking for her, we'll find her," Daddy assured Mrs. Brandy's mom and got Buddy's leash.
Carefully Buddy squeezed out the door, on the far side of the pumpkin, who giggled in his evil voice. Quickly Buddy turned and showed his strong, big teeth. Then they went on, looking for his friend Brandy.
They walked around the block, through the park and around the block across the street. No Brandy, not even a fresh scent of her! On their way they met Rusty and Mr. Rusty's Dad, Diego and his mom and Mr. Gizmo with his mom and dad.
While the mom's and dad's talked about Brandy, the dogs talked about her too.
"I have heard that a few of us have disappeared. I have sniffed the usual areas, but could not get a whiff of them, only messages that were days old," Mr. Gizmo, a handsome little Shih Tzu stated.
"I have heard that even the careful Bronco Buck is missing! And you know, he is always very careful with strangers!" Rusty, a frisky Beagle told his friends.
"What can we do? As if it was not enough that I have to deal with this terrible pumpkin at home, now my best friends are gone! It is just awful!" Buddy sighed.
"Funny that you should mention a pumpkin," Diego, a Chihuahua mix said and tilted his head, "the only time I've got a scent of my friend Baby was when I passed a pumpkin, a very bad smelling one!"
"Now that you mention it, the kids next door have a pumpkin that has an odd smell and that's where I could smell Little Louie’s scent," Rusty whispered.
"That's strange, we should go and check out those pumpkins, quickly before our people put us back on the leash!" Buddy suggested and looked up at his dad, deeply involved in comforting Mrs. Brandy's mom.
As quiet as possible the dogs took off, first to the house next to Rusty's, where the nice kids lived who always had a treat or a belly rub for the dogs.
Already from far away they could see the orange glow of the pumpkin and smell the scent of evil in the air.
"Careful, we can't trust this thing," Rusty whispered.
"Oh, yes, yes, I can smell Little Louie! No doubt," Diego wagged his tail excitedly.
"Let's surround the pumpkin, so we can attack from all sides, if we have to," Buddy suggested.
As good as possible the dogs spread out and approached the pumpkin. The scent of Little Louie was very strong now, but the scent of evil was even stronger, stinging their noses. Careful they bared their teeth to show the pumpkin that they would, no doubt, attack and tear it apart.
"Friends, oh friends, help me, help me," a small voice called from somewhere inside the pumpkin.
"Little Louie, is that you?" Rusty asked and stopped moving, one paw in the air.
"Rusty, I'm in here, help me, get me out!" Little Louie's voice pleaded.
"That's odd," Buddy sat down and looked at the suspicious pumpkin.
"Do you think that's really our friend, Little Louie?" Diego wondered and carefully sniffed the air.
"Oh, look, you can see his image on the pumpkin, as if someone had carved it there!" Mr. Gizmo shouted and jumped up and down.
"Yes, I have your friend and we will get all of you too. Then it is over, being man's best friend! Then we pumpkins are the best friends of people for ever, hahaha," the pumpkin's evil voice laughed at them. Startled the dogs jumped back off the porch.
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