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Array ( [sid] => 21882 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => THREE LEGGED DOG [time] => 2003-08-14 03:25:00 [hometext] => TRUE STORY [bodytext] => Adam six can you respond
To a school bus stop
And a three legged dog?
I went ten-eight from a two minute break
Where I was being chased by a giant rattle snake.
I saw it’s head fly in a puff of smoke.
But it kept right on a crawling.
Is this some kind of joke?
The shotgun did it’s job
But it’s brain could not hear,
It left it’s ugly head
In the grass a way back there.

I pulled up to the bus stop,
There was woods on either side.
The bus was just ahead of me
But the kids still sat inside.
I wondered out loud
Just what have we got here?
Something wasn’t right,
And this picture sure was queer.
I walked up toward the driver
But he refused to open the door.
I surely wasn’t physic
I needed to know more.

The grass it moved behind me.
I heard the screech of a little girl.
I turned and saw her up a tree
Then I saw a great white whirl.
Nothing had moved faster
In my life time, without wings.
Then I saw teeth clenching the barrel
Of the shotgun I did bring.
I turned and swung the weapon,
And in circles that dog flew.
Thank goodness he had the gun
And not a kid or two.

The little girl felt safer the moment I arrived.
She climbed down from that tree
And for home she made a try.
The dog let go of the gun
And chased down that little girl.
Three legs never moved faster,
In this rabid pit bulls world.
I sank into a snipers stance
Pulling out my forty five
I knew I only had one chance
To keep that girl alive.

A puff of smoke ahead of me
While the dog was in the air.
He fell to the earth now silent,
In his teeth just a clump of hair.

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THREE LEGGED DOG

Contributed by robert_edgar_burns on Thursday, 14th August 2003 @ 03:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

Adam six can you respond
To a school bus stop
And a three legged dog?
I went ten-eight from a two minute break
Where I was being chased by a giant rattle snake.
I saw it’s head fly in a puff of smoke.
But it kept right on a crawling.
Is this some kind of joke?
The shotgun did it’s job
But it’s brain could not hear,
It left it’s ugly head
In the grass a way back there.

I pulled up to the bus stop,
There was woods on either side.
The bus was just ahead of me
But the kids still sat inside.
I wondered out loud
Just what have we got here?
Something wasn’t right,
And this picture sure was queer.
I walked up toward the driver
But he refused to open the door.
I surely wasn’t physic
I needed to know more.

The grass it moved behind me.
I heard the screech of a little girl.
I turned and saw her up a tree
Then I saw a great white whirl.
Nothing had moved faster
In my life time, without wings.
Then I saw teeth clenching the barrel
Of the shotgun I did bring.
I turned and swung the weapon,
And in circles that dog flew.
Thank goodness he had the gun
And not a kid or two.

The little girl felt safer the moment I arrived.
She climbed down from that tree
And for home she made a try.
The dog let go of the gun
And chased down that little girl.
Three legs never moved faster,
In this rabid pit bulls world.
I sank into a snipers stance
Pulling out my forty five
I knew I only had one chance
To keep that girl alive.

A puff of smoke ahead of me
While the dog was in the air.
He fell to the earth now silent,
In his teeth just a clump of hair.

Copyright Â© robert_edgar_burns ... [ 2003-08-14 03:25:00]
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Re: THREE LEGGED DOG (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Thursday, 14th August 2003 @ 09:25:29 AM AEST
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OMG what a terrifying experience. Sad for the three legged dog that he was rabid and mean but a happy ending for the little girl. I work with animals so I do understand some of their fury. My experience had been with three Rotties however and I have nightmares still about that day.Your write played the scene vividly.
michelle

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