THE PIE AND THE DOG
Short Story by Brandon Le, with editorial help by Bryan, so give him a grade please, Mr Wes, thank you. -Brandon
Once in a humble little family home, in a nice get-together, had a little kid named Bunsen, who had enjoyed pie all his life, and took lessons from his older brother, Buyun. These lessons were not to make-n-bake pies, but to DOODLE the pies. Bunsen kept trying to make those pies, trial and error, trial and error, trial and error.
After 37 failed pies, Bunsen made a pie that appears to have satisfied him. A lingonberry pie, drawn near-perfectly, almost completely round, and looked like doggie bait. and even the right flag drawn on it. Bunsen walked towards Thressa to show her the drawn pie, but Howard the dog, saw the pie as a RARE, TASTY TREAT! CHICKEN! BACON! SAUSAGES! SOUL FISH!! THE MYTHICAL TACO-ON-THE-GROUND-EXTRA-MEAT 3000! THE ABSOLUTE 999999X SUPER RARE DOUBLE TRIPLE ON FIRE EXTRA CHEESE EXTRA BACON SUPER DUPER YUM YUM CINNAMON ROLL WITH AMPLIFIED SMELL OF BACON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Howard leapt up to Bunsen, but he failed. Howard was profoundly miserable 😭, but Feth baited Howard to the pie again, and the moment Howard jumped, then seconds later, the pie was no more ❌
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“HOWARD! Stupid MUTT! YOU LOOK LIKE A RAG, YOU FEEL LIKE ONE! YOU SMELL LIKE ONE!!!” Bunsen called out.
Pung, Bunsen’s mother, found out about the pie eating incident, and since the entire family hated Howard, since Howard had destroyed Buyen’s clay figures, Pung’s food, and Cello’s scribbles, then Pung explained:
“YOU MY SNACK!”
And just like the sweet, lingonberry pie, the dog was no more. ?!
____________PART 2: THE_______ and the __________.
Howard had been dreaming endlessly, eternally even. It had been the year since aliens came to say hello, AKA 2027. Howard had forever been dreaming about lingonberry pie, all for him to dig in, in the clouds beyond the skies, a massive one where Howard could drench himself in lingonberry jam, and eat until his teeth would fall out. It can’t since this was the dream world.
Howard, if he could have said anything to Bunsen, it would be: “I want a pie like that! Same flag and everything!” No one knew that. (He just wanted to visit Sweden, just for one pie, with authentic, fresh lingonberry jam, smelled like a berry-ish maple syrup.)
Howard had not finished that pie for what felt like years. In the year 2529, Howard had finally finished. He hadn’t been sick of that pie, he hadn’t given up that pie, he enjoyed every bite of that pie, and after a persistent 500 years of just pie eating, with no playing catch, no destruction, no treats, no doggie walks, Howard had finished that exquisite pie. A gate had opened, and a guide had asked him:
“Dear Howard, please walk through this gate to come back to life, and you may apologize and live again. Do you give in?”
Howard thought for a moment, and barked for just one more pie. He had already been covered in it. Thus, continued the pie consumption once more.
