Prowser was normally a happy-go-lucky dog. He would chase tennis
balls, play with other dogs, and eat his dinner without a fuss. He was
a dog without a care.
But on that fateful autumn afternoon, it was to be different.
Prowser's owners were walking him along a trail at the park, when
suddenly from out of the bushes jumped a man all dressed in black. He
had white paint on his face, and was gesturing annoyingly at Prowser's
masters. This strange person spoke not a word, but proceeded to
pretend that he was trapped in a box and that he was pulling on a long
rope.
Seeing the sheer horror on his masters' faces, Prowser took it upon
himself to rectify the situation. With a low growl he jumped and sank
his teeth into this annoying pseudo clown's leg.
Prowser immediately got a sickened look in his eyes and began to vomit
wildly. He then dragged his tongue all over the ground in an effort to
remove the man's foul essence from his mouth.
For Prowser had learned that a mime is a terrible thing to taste.
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