Reflections on the Surface of a Toe Nail

Chapter 4

The Story The Authors

So I decided to go down to the local pub to pick up a hooker.... Vamp

But to my surprize, I only found a poor old, hairless chihuahua sitting at the bar. I wasn't sure what I should do. bla

so I got down off the bar stool and asked anyone if they had seen someone with the chihuahua,to my surprise the chihuahua turned and spoke to me. none

"buenas dias amigo, comos esta?", unfortunately I could't speak Spanish so I got out my phrase book. "muy bien, gracias, como se llama", "me llamo Pedro el perro", at this point my Spanish dried up, I made a few frantic hand signals at the dog who just looked at me and said "Caramba!". I got up and walked out of the bar "adios, muchacho" said the dog as I left. Ramon

I walked slowly down the street, dust billowing behind my heels following closely as might the dog himself. "I never needed a best friend anyway" I muttered to my self. "A mut is a mut". I needed a drink. My throat was parched and my shorts were starched. "Chaffing thighs?" she asked? I glanced up. There she stood, leaning against the lamp post, ankles crossed just below where the bottom of her peddle pushers revealed naked flesh. "Yeah", I said. "Know where I can get some talc powder?" She perked up, "Mister, you have come to the right place. Why not come on in here, and I'll fix you right up." We entered the musty dark bar. It was then when it all came flooding back as a tired but powerful force, knocking me against the wall - the smells, the sounds, the moment in time. "Pedro el perro"! Oh where, oh where had my little dog gone? Don Don

I reeled against the bar, head swimming with thoughts random and foreign to me. I tried to focus on the peddle pushing pants disappearing around the corner at the other end of the room. I pushed myself up into an upright position, bracing myself for the long walk. Step by step, inch by inch, slowly I walked the length of that bar. Then the shadow appeared. It was obvious that someone was coming around the corner where miss peddle pusher had disappeared. The shadow had three legs. I rubbed my eyes and counted again. There was no doubt. The floor creaked with each step as he neared the corner. My hair stood on end, sweat dripping from the end of my nose, my hand twitching near the handle of my six shooter. Then he appeared. it was Pedro! But my former compadre, my amigo, my amore now had the glint of anger in his eyes. He said, "I'm looking for the man who shot my paw!" Don Don

"You seek the man who shot your paw?" Nicole questioned the dog. She was puzzled at the sudden appearance of the mutt in the Ultimate Fighting Ring, and even more puzzled by the fact that the dog could talk. "Yes," replied the dog, "I would very much like to get revenge." "I understand," Nicole answered. "But your search is heading in the wrong direction." "Oh really?" The dog was very interested now...maybe she could lead him in the right direction! "You see," Nicole continued, "you shouldn't be searching for a man. You seek a woman!" As the conversation had continued, Nicole had realized that this was the very dog she had shot the previous month for digging in her garbage. "It was me who shot you, you little maggot!" The dog snarled and leaped at Nicole's throat, but she was too quick and expected the attack. She rolled under the airborne dog while unstrapping the 12 guage pump action shotgun on her back. "This time I'll get more than your paw!" As the dog turned back toward her, his head exploded into a pink cloud as Nicole shot him in the face from point blank range. She pumped more slugs into the mutt's lifeless body until she ran out of shells. She would have to stop by Farm & Fleet the next day, she realized, and get more. She spit on the corpse and walked away. none

"Damn, you shot my dog." Don Don was so shocked he could only stare at Nicole in wonder. "Yeah," Nicole confirmed, "I guess I did. Sorry, didn't realize he was yours. If it makes you feel better, he had it coming. Hey, is that a .44 Magnum?" she questioned, pointing to the huge gun on Don Don's belt. "Uh, yeah" he answered stupidly. "Cool," she said. "I have one just like it at home." "Is that a fact?" Don Don was overcoming his initial shock at the recent bloodshed but couldn't decide if he should shoot this woman or ask her on a date. Super Dave

The Story	The Authors
So I decided to go down to the local pub to pick up a hooker....	Vamp
But to my surprize, I only found a poor old, hairless chihuahua sitting at the bar. I wasn't sure what I should do.	bla
so I got down off the bar stool and asked anyone if they had seen someone with the chihuahua,to my surprise the chihuahua turned and spoke to me.	none
"buenas dias amigo, comos esta?", unfortunately I could't speak Spanish so I got out my phrase book. "muy bien, gracias, como se llama", "me llamo Pedro el perro", at this point my Spanish dried up, I made a few frantic hand signals at the dog who just looked at me and said "Caramba!". I got up and walked out of the bar "adios, muchacho" said the dog as I left.	Ramon
I walked slowly down the street, dust billowing behind my heels following closely as might the dog himself. "I never needed a best friend anyway" I muttered to my self. "A mut is a mut". I needed a drink. My throat was parched and my shorts were starched. "Chaffing thighs?" she asked? I glanced up. There she stood, leaning against the lamp post, ankles crossed just below where the bottom of her peddle pushers revealed naked flesh. "Yeah", I said. "Know where I can get some talc powder?" She perked up, "Mister, you have come to the right place. Why not come on in here, and I'll fix you right up." We entered the musty dark bar. It was then when it all came flooding back as a tired but powerful force, knocking me against the wall - the smells, the sounds, the moment in time. "Pedro el perro"! Oh where, oh where had my little dog gone?	Don Don
I reeled against the bar, head swimming with thoughts random and foreign to me. I tried to focus on the peddle pushing pants disappearing around the corner at the other end of the room. I pushed myself up into an upright position, bracing myself for the long walk. Step by step, inch by inch, slowly I walked the length of that bar. Then the shadow appeared. It was obvious that someone was coming around the corner where miss peddle pusher had disappeared. The shadow had three legs. I rubbed my eyes and counted again. There was no doubt. The floor creaked with each step as he neared the corner. My hair stood on end, sweat dripping from the end of my nose, my hand twitching near the handle of my six shooter. Then he appeared. it was Pedro! But my former compadre, my amigo, my amore now had the glint of anger in his eyes. He said, "I'm looking for the man who shot my paw!"	Don Don
"You seek the man who shot your paw?" Nicole questioned the dog. She was puzzled at the sudden appearance of the mutt in the Ultimate Fighting Ring, and even more puzzled by the fact that the dog could talk. "Yes," replied the dog, "I would very much like to get revenge." "I understand," Nicole answered. "But your search is heading in the wrong direction." "Oh really?" The dog was very interested now...maybe she could lead him in the right direction! "You see," Nicole continued, "you shouldn't be searching for a man. You seek a woman!" As the conversation had continued, Nicole had realized that this was the very dog she had shot the previous month for digging in her garbage. "It was me who shot you, you little maggot!" The dog snarled and leaped at Nicole's throat, but she was too quick and expected the attack. She rolled under the airborne dog while unstrapping the 12 guage pump action shotgun on her back. "This time I'll get more than your paw!" As the dog turned back toward her, his head exploded into a pink cloud as Nicole shot him in the face from point blank range. She pumped more slugs into the mutt's lifeless body until she ran out of shells. She would have to stop by Farm & Fleet the next day, she realized, and get more. She spit on the corpse and walked away.	none
"Damn, you shot my dog." Don Don was so shocked he could only stare at Nicole in wonder. "Yeah," Nicole confirmed, "I guess I did. Sorry, didn't realize he was yours. If it makes you feel better, he had it coming. Hey, is that a .44 Magnum?" she questioned, pointing to the huge gun on Don Don's belt. "Uh, yeah" he answered stupidly. "Cool," she said. "I have one just like it at home." "Is that a fact?" Don Don was overcoming his initial shock at the recent bloodshed but couldn't decide if he should shoot this woman or ask her on a date.	Super Dave

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