|Golden Lesson (standard:drama, 435 words)|
|Author: BENTLINK||Added: Oct 18 2004||Views/Reads: 2138/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|An old man trys to save the life of a dog.|
A Golden Lesson The old man was into the finial third of his daily mile long walk when he spied a light brown blob laying atop the white center line of the busy city street. He knew instantly he was seeing the supine body of a large golden brown dog. A dog that seemed to be struggling unsuccessfully to rise to its feet after the passage of each whizzing vehicle. The old man was horror struck for if the animal were able to rise and move even a few inches from its present position on the streets white dividing line it would be run over and killed in an instant by one of the countless speeding cars or trucks. The old mans health was not good, his gait was an almost laughable feet wide apart teeter totter thing he had adopted so he could continue his daily walking in spite of the pain from his failed knee operation. His poor eyesight that was even a year ago too weak to pass the vision test for a drivers license had since grown steadily worse. But these physical failings were of little consequence when someone's family pet was endangered. No right thinking person could live with themselves if they stood idly by and allowed some child's loving companion to be crushed right before their eyes! With out preamble or planning the toddling old man made for the center of the street, his waving arms held high above his head, his slow awkward jerky twitchy walking style not withstanding this dog must be saved. The fallen creature seem to be growing weaker for as the old man neared the downed animal and the traffic parted and began slowing for the arm waving character with the crazy walk the pets rising motions slowed then ended. As he got closer still to the brown blob the old man realized he was risking life and limb not as he had first thought for a golden retriever in distress, nor a beloved injured pet making its last valiant efforts to reach the safety of it's home and family. The brown mass was instead a large folded and discarded chunk of plush golden brown house carpet. The struggling motions he had seen earlier were just a lifting of one of the carpets folded corners by air movement from the speeding cars. The carpets color, texture and motion had fooled the old mans weak eyes and summoned his giving heart. “Get out of our way you useless old fool, your slowing things down” was the timely advice offered up by a passing, irate motorist. Tweet
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