Teeth of the Unexpected

Trotter lay fast asleep on his blanket dreaming happy dreams. He dreamed of when he was young and was allowed off his lead and would listen for the trains as the sped past the nature reserve. He remembers what it was like to run, run like the wind with his paws thundering through the grass and the wind in his face.

In his dreams he doesn't have epilepsy. In his dreams he can do all the things that other dogs do. He can chase trains and he can run round and round in big circles with Truly Scrumptious. He can run aimlessly into flocks of crows and scare them all away. He can fetch balls and go exploring in the bushes.

And so he dreams, fast asleep, little white paws twitching slightly on his cosy blanket.

It is tragic that the slightly twitching paws have drawn the attention of Fat Boy Faggot who sits watching the sleeping boy with dispassionate eyes. Faggot wonders why Trotter is tap dancing and cannot recall discussing dancing lessons. He watches calmly with a studied intent disinterest before slowly standing.

You see Fat Boy Faggot loves Trotter with all his heart. He LOVES him in great big capital letters that sparkle and shine. Behind the dispassionate eyes is a heart that overflows with adoration for the boy. So he walks very carefully until he has positioned himself behind Trotters head. He pauses for a second as if listening to Trotter sleep, then slowly, with infinite care, bites Trotter on the neck.

Trotter literally leaps into the air. It’s a bit of an over reaction, it’s almost as if Fags just jabbed him with a cattle prod. Fag just sits there staring at the boy with half lidded eyes, purring like a tiger, wondering if he could get another little nibble in.

Trotter looks at Faggot with wary eyes and thinks that too much love will hurt you, everytime.