fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about our pets, like why dogs wag their tails and cats purr.
P.U.G.
In the deep dark hours of early morning, just a short time before the sun would begin its ascent into the sky a train cut through the gloom. The machine, once a gleaming vision of polished steel and svelte lines now reduced to a grimy holdover of a bygone age, rumbled along the tracks lurching, and jolting over every minor imperfection of the worn rails. Within, a man dozed fitfully while sitting upright in his cramped seat with a roller style luggage case perched precariously in the rack above him. With every bump the suitcase above inched ever closer to tipping free of its confines. Suddenly a large shudder rippled through the train car as it heaved itself painfully over some minimal debris on the tracks. With the jostling carriage the luggage burst jubilantly free, arcing away from its temporary prison and connecting, wheels first, with the poor man’s head below. A loud crack rang out through the rail car and the man’s eyes shot open, first with shock then filling with the pain which radiated downward from the top of his head. The man looked in fury at the offending item, now laying harmlessly, demurely even, in the aisle beside him. He then glared around the carriage searching for the party responsible for the grievous offence, but there was no one. The man was alone in this miserable rail car trudging through the deep black of night. He was left alone to contemplate his sad plight and wonder at what sort of confounded luck had led to this tragedy. There was no one to blame… unless could he? Could he blame the suitcase itself? Had it become possessed of a singular volition to spring forth and bludgeon him to an early grave? No, he couldn’t do that… Against his better judgement he did anyways.
By Patrick Callaghan5 years ago in Petlife
Soddit the Cat
His paws led him on many paths, wondrous and fantastic. Through hillsides and farmlands and a car park or two, and even a river at one point; he’d always known the Great Open Country would be like that, but he’d never imagined that three days into his journey he would already feel free, completely the owner of his own self… If there could only be someone to scratch his belly, then he would be in paradise! Granted, the weather was still quite cold, so he’d found himself daydreaming more than once of a blazing fire or a warm radiator in a lounge; the fuzzy blankets would be a cliché. And the cushion, too. And the plate of mouth-watering sardines or chicken left-overs… Or the bowl of milk – but then he remembered that milk made him gassy and that was why he had been sent away from his own home in the first place, so he pushed the bowl of milk aside in his mind and focused on the cushions and the hearty meals, and maybe a cosy lap. It was so good to have left Pilton and be free now, his own cat in his own land, yes sir!
By Sandra Tena5 years ago in Petlife
Puppy Luck
Here I am. Brand new at real estate. Well, not entirely because I’ve done it in the past but I’ve never really had the time to invest into it. My kids are finally back to school and the pandemic is nearing the end. Now is a good a time as any to start preparing for our futures. We are more financially stable than we have ever been so if it doesn’t work out, no big deal. I’ll just go back to doing what I used to do, customer service. Real Estate is just Face to Face customer service after all, isn’t it?
By Tanya Lewis5 years ago in Petlife
It is a dream. Is it a dream?
As she looked across the grassy field just under the mountains, a young girl stood at the edge of a little town. On the very edge of the Great Mountains that run along the left side of Turtle Island, a young world just about to evolve into a new age. A bright cloudless sky was the one thing that made this day so much braver. She knew in some way or another, she had to ascend the mountains. The town folks had found out her secret, and they were getting rallied up and wanting to kill. This wasn't good especially for her new friends who she could hardly wait to go back to, It was all she could think of and she only met them two days ago.
By Pamela Nina Blanchard5 years ago in Petlife
Verduga
Growing up, we always had a cow. Usually, we just rented one from someone who had a lot of cows in exchange for raising the calf. Generally speaking, cows are docile and calm, but one year we got a cow named Verduga: the executioner, the hangman, the tyrant. Instead of coming out of her head and curving gently towards her front, the horns came out and twisted wildly as if they had been hit by a tornado. Instead of a gentle mooing, she made a sound more like the roar of an injured lion. Most cows are very protective of their calves for the first couple of weeks, but as the calf gets older the cow loses interest and soon a person can do just about anything they want to the calf without causing a scene. Verduga’s calf was almost a year old a time when most cows have already stopped nursing their calves, but still she protected him more fiercely than even the most devoted new mother.
By Robert Porter5 years ago in Petlife
Mr. Poe the Crow and Me
The Corona19 Virus story and how it is told and remembered, will be either a fable, myth or apologue. That will depend on who is telling the story. How they behaved during that event. What they learned about others in living through the event. What they experience by watching loved ones, old ones, young ones and complete strangers die during the event.
By Marcelete Blackwell Elter5 years ago in Petlife
Cats V/S Dogs: An Unsolved Mystery
Pet owners are always on a war, dog owners consider their pets to be paw-fect (see the word play, I like it) and cat owners argue that their little babies are absolutely purr-fect (okay, I think I might be good at this), this has been going on from ages and there seems to be no stopping, at all (believe me I have seen fights becoming nasty because of this) but the poor souls who go to both kinds of parents for an advice on the same, what to do about the fix they are in? Confusing and utterly frustrating isn't it? (You will surely start pulling your hair and scratching your head anytime soon now, I know).
By Emily Taylor5 years ago in Petlife
A More Perfect Cow - Part One -
For Sam I’d begun to suspect the cow was Jesus, but I don't think I wanted to admit it. Not really. Not yet. The first time was an accident. Second time was her doing. The third — I can’t reckon why, but I did it anyway, and my gun’s still hot as burning cast iron.
By Jennifer Stott5 years ago in Petlife
