All is calm as I sit admiring my work. The quaint little stuffed creature—a yarn creation woven together with many knots. The excitement is flowing free as I wait for my mom to call, so I can show her. A creation all my own, with little inspiration from others.
My anticipation fills the air around me. Then, in the corner of my eye, I see it—the creature. The same creature that has been harassing our house for months. Quietly and quickly, it dashes across the room, traveling along the foot of the cabinet. Its movement startles me to my feet. Assessing the situation, I consider the best course of action. When it reaches the corner of the cabinet and the fridge, it stops. The creature takes a quick look around before slipping into the space under the refrigerator. Grabbing a light, I creep toward the refrigerator as quietly as I can. I come to a stop at the same location the creature disappeared into. With light in hand, I peer into the space. In the back corner, I see it moving further under the fridge, hiding from the light that startled it. Stepping back, I consider the situation.
“If I can get the fridge moved, Prince should be able to get at it.” Prince—a small, lean black dog with brown markings on his lower jaw and belly. A specialty breed for hunting small animals, a Miniature Pinscher.
Examining the fridge, I see several items sitting on top. “I might want to clear it off before moving it.” Setting up the step stool, I begin to clear it off, moving as quietly as possible in hopes of not startling the creature lurking beneath. After clearing the top of the fridge of clutter and giving it a quick clean, I then prepare to move it.
Stepping back to take a better look, I bump into my dining table, standing only a few feet in front of the fridge. “I might need to move that.” So I push it back to add more space to move the fridge forward. Now it’s time to move the fridge.
“Prince,” I call out in a voice no louder than needed, still not wanting to startle the creature. As I wait for Prince to appear, I work on moving the refrigerator. I move to the other side, turning it from one side to the other. With the door open just enough to grab its side—since the effective gripping space is limited—I continue, and slowly it begins to move away from the wall, exposing the space behind. Upon entering the kitchen, Prince runs around the fridge, determined to get behind it.
Once it’s moved away more than enough for him to get back there, we begin the search. But the creature is nowhere to be found. With light in hand, I look over the space with him—still nothing. Before giving up, I figure, “Might as well clean behind it.” So we head to the back of the house to retrieve my cleaning supplies.
Starting off with the broom, I sweep up the large layer of dust before returning and switching it out for the mop. As the space behind the fridge comes into view, I see it—the creature. It’s wandering around in the dark space behind, covered in the shadow of the refrigerator. With Prince behind me, I work on luring him toward the creature. He moves around me, trying to figure out what I’m directing him to do. Then suddenly, his eyes lock onto movement. Darting in, the chase begins.
Quickly, the creature darts, seeking an escape—moving from one side to the other, swerving, dodging in desperation. It begins a frantic dash before—snap!—it’s trapped between the fangs of Prince.
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M. W. Larsen
In the quiet corners of the desert, where the wind whispers secrets, I spin tales of the extraordinary. Fantasy, supernatural wonder, and the magic of storytelling fuel my pen. — M.W. Larsen
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