What a Bone(Tramp)
May 3, 2010 15:41:14 GMT -5
Post by scamp on May 3, 2010 15:41:14 GMT -5
(Sorry about the rather long wait to get this thread up Tramp. I hope it ends up worth it in the end though. ^.^ Thanks for being patient with me.)
It was another summer afternoon in Orlando Florida. The sky shown a vibrant; cloudless blue, park guests scurried here and there in excitement, and there wasn’t a worry in sight. Unless of course you were on the clean up crew assigned to the Dinoland incident. Rumors were already spreading throughout the park about the dinosaur skeleton that had somehow been knocked over. Was it a freak accident or maybe some villainous plot against the park? Speculation ran rampant and explanations got more and more out of this world.
A scraping sound could be herd slowly moving along the path to the cabins located in Fort Wilderness. A scruffy puppy made his way along the paved path, walking backwards as he dragged a rather large bone across the ground. The bone was as long as the pup and he could barely fit his mouth around it. Despite it being a bit oversized for him Scamp was determined to get his prize home. He continued on his way, ignoring the guest’s astonished stares, and imagining what his family would think of his big catch.
“Home sweet home.” The pup voiced through pants, relief evident in his tone. He wouldn’t have to lug his souvenir too much longer. The cabin was done up beautifully with flower beds around the front porch. There was a fenced in area to the right for the pups to play in with a lone doghouse, which was rarely in use, in its center. It wasn’t quite as big as his home back in New England but Darling and Jim Dear had done their best to give it that nice, little quaint, little always friendly old New England home charm. To anyone else it might have had that charming effect but to Scamp it was just a place of temptations and rules. Flowerbeds that you could look at but not dig up, couches you could never jump on, and that wasn’t even the half of it.
Scamp made his way to the backside of the fence where a few branches lay on top of each other. He pulled the branches off to reveal a hole. He’d been using it for the past few days to sneak off while his parent’s were preoccupied and so far it seemed that they hadn’t taken notice. Scamp looked up at the sky to see the sun beginning to set. Today it had taken him a lot longer to get back than he had originally planned and he could only hope no one had missed him. The pup poked his front paws through the hole followed by his head. With a little squirming Scamp had made it under the fence. Now all that was left was the bone.
The pup turned around and poked his head through the hole once more. He tightly grasped the bone in his mouth and then proceeded to pull his head back through. Unlike his body the bone didn’t give way under the fence. Scamp pulled and tugged as hard as he could but the skeletal remain wouldn’t budge. There was no way the canine was going to give up now. He’d come too far to let a silly fence beat him. The pup tugged harder and harder, grunting as he tried to force the bone through the fence.
It was another summer afternoon in Orlando Florida. The sky shown a vibrant; cloudless blue, park guests scurried here and there in excitement, and there wasn’t a worry in sight. Unless of course you were on the clean up crew assigned to the Dinoland incident. Rumors were already spreading throughout the park about the dinosaur skeleton that had somehow been knocked over. Was it a freak accident or maybe some villainous plot against the park? Speculation ran rampant and explanations got more and more out of this world.
A scraping sound could be herd slowly moving along the path to the cabins located in Fort Wilderness. A scruffy puppy made his way along the paved path, walking backwards as he dragged a rather large bone across the ground. The bone was as long as the pup and he could barely fit his mouth around it. Despite it being a bit oversized for him Scamp was determined to get his prize home. He continued on his way, ignoring the guest’s astonished stares, and imagining what his family would think of his big catch.
“Home sweet home.” The pup voiced through pants, relief evident in his tone. He wouldn’t have to lug his souvenir too much longer. The cabin was done up beautifully with flower beds around the front porch. There was a fenced in area to the right for the pups to play in with a lone doghouse, which was rarely in use, in its center. It wasn’t quite as big as his home back in New England but Darling and Jim Dear had done their best to give it that nice, little quaint, little always friendly old New England home charm. To anyone else it might have had that charming effect but to Scamp it was just a place of temptations and rules. Flowerbeds that you could look at but not dig up, couches you could never jump on, and that wasn’t even the half of it.
Scamp made his way to the backside of the fence where a few branches lay on top of each other. He pulled the branches off to reveal a hole. He’d been using it for the past few days to sneak off while his parent’s were preoccupied and so far it seemed that they hadn’t taken notice. Scamp looked up at the sky to see the sun beginning to set. Today it had taken him a lot longer to get back than he had originally planned and he could only hope no one had missed him. The pup poked his front paws through the hole followed by his head. With a little squirming Scamp had made it under the fence. Now all that was left was the bone.
The pup turned around and poked his head through the hole once more. He tightly grasped the bone in his mouth and then proceeded to pull his head back through. Unlike his body the bone didn’t give way under the fence. Scamp pulled and tugged as hard as he could but the skeletal remain wouldn’t budge. There was no way the canine was going to give up now. He’d come too far to let a silly fence beat him. The pup tugged harder and harder, grunting as he tried to force the bone through the fence.