Post by blacksilver on Oct 25, 2009 0:07:02 GMT -5
Sitting on the porch of an abandoned house, its boards creaking the fall wind, Jason sat. Three large pumpkins surrounded him, one of them he had in front of him. He had a knife in his hand and his brow was furrowed as he stared at the pumpkin. He had watched humans carve these things, from the moment the weather changed from warm to chilly they had flocked to stores to buy them, only to slice them open and spill out their insides, then carving faces on their fronts. They didn't even eat them, just throw away the insides and leave them on their porches with candles inside of them. Jason had decided to copy the strange behavior, spending the money he had earned after his shift at the butchers on three of these large orange things. He had made two trips to get them to where he was now, their weight surprising him. The house he was at was abandoned, a place he had been hanging around at for a temporary place to sleep. He wasn't bothered by the lack of a bed or heating, he was a dog after all.
He turned the pumpkin around in front of him, puzzlement spreading over his blue eyes. His head raised momentarily as kids scurried by in the darkness, dressed as monsters and creatures as they rushed up to houses and received treats to add to the bags that they carried. Another strange human ritual, thought Jason as his attention focused back on the pumpkin. He chewed his lip, his hand scratched behind his ear before he plunged the knife into the top of the pumpkin and roughly cut around its stem. The piece came free with some tugging and a 'pop'. He looked inside and wrinkled his nose, making a face before turning the pumpkin upside down and shaking it. With no prevail, he growled with frustration and set the pumpkin back down.
Looking from the pumpkin to the knife, he tried that but only succeeded on gabbing a few holes in the pumpkins bottom. He put the knife down and thought for a moment, then smiled as an idea came to mind. "Ah ha!" He yipped as he reached into it and scraped out its contents, throwing the stuff into the nearby bushes. He tasted a piece of the slimy pulp. He would have eaten it if not for the strange looks passersby gave him, so he smiled sheepishly and spat it out instead. A childish gleam of excitement tinged him when he finished, proud that he had figured out one human trick.
Wiping his hands on his pants he turned the cleaned pumpkin around and around in front of him, glancing at finished and carved ones on other porches. "Now what?" His voice questioned to himself as he looked from the intricate carvings of monsters and faces to his blank faced pumpkin. How was he supposed to do that? He was still new to using knifes as it was, cleaning the thing seemed easy, but he didn't thing he could use his hands as carving tools. Maybe his teeth, but he didn't think humans used theirs to do such work. He tapped the hilt of the knife on the porch, staring intently at the pumpkin as he tried to work out this human puzzlement.
His eyes wandered out to where children rushed to houses and claimed treats to stow away in bags that they carried with them, another strange human ritual, Jason thought. It was a wonder how humans came up with these celebrations. A dog has no such thing, unless you count the wild wolves that howl before a hunt or to warn off other packs, that was as close as a celebration in the canine world. But nothing as strange as this would have ever have come to a dogs mind. Jason was quiet happy that he was able to experience this celebration, for however strange it was, it was even more fun.
Sure, tonight he could have joined his pack of street dogs on their night time exploring, but he would rather he here learning the secrets of the human world. He could be a dog all his life, but only a human for half of each day. He often wonder what it would be like to stay human forever, he knew that staying a human for more than half the day would trap him in that state forever. He only thought about it, but always deterred himself from really doing it, telling himself that the dog world was his home. Human life appealed to him, but not enough to make it a permanent residence.
He turned the pumpkin around in front of him, puzzlement spreading over his blue eyes. His head raised momentarily as kids scurried by in the darkness, dressed as monsters and creatures as they rushed up to houses and received treats to add to the bags that they carried. Another strange human ritual, thought Jason as his attention focused back on the pumpkin. He chewed his lip, his hand scratched behind his ear before he plunged the knife into the top of the pumpkin and roughly cut around its stem. The piece came free with some tugging and a 'pop'. He looked inside and wrinkled his nose, making a face before turning the pumpkin upside down and shaking it. With no prevail, he growled with frustration and set the pumpkin back down.
Looking from the pumpkin to the knife, he tried that but only succeeded on gabbing a few holes in the pumpkins bottom. He put the knife down and thought for a moment, then smiled as an idea came to mind. "Ah ha!" He yipped as he reached into it and scraped out its contents, throwing the stuff into the nearby bushes. He tasted a piece of the slimy pulp. He would have eaten it if not for the strange looks passersby gave him, so he smiled sheepishly and spat it out instead. A childish gleam of excitement tinged him when he finished, proud that he had figured out one human trick.
Wiping his hands on his pants he turned the cleaned pumpkin around and around in front of him, glancing at finished and carved ones on other porches. "Now what?" His voice questioned to himself as he looked from the intricate carvings of monsters and faces to his blank faced pumpkin. How was he supposed to do that? He was still new to using knifes as it was, cleaning the thing seemed easy, but he didn't thing he could use his hands as carving tools. Maybe his teeth, but he didn't think humans used theirs to do such work. He tapped the hilt of the knife on the porch, staring intently at the pumpkin as he tried to work out this human puzzlement.
His eyes wandered out to where children rushed to houses and claimed treats to stow away in bags that they carried with them, another strange human ritual, Jason thought. It was a wonder how humans came up with these celebrations. A dog has no such thing, unless you count the wild wolves that howl before a hunt or to warn off other packs, that was as close as a celebration in the canine world. But nothing as strange as this would have ever have come to a dogs mind. Jason was quiet happy that he was able to experience this celebration, for however strange it was, it was even more fun.
Sure, tonight he could have joined his pack of street dogs on their night time exploring, but he would rather he here learning the secrets of the human world. He could be a dog all his life, but only a human for half of each day. He often wonder what it would be like to stay human forever, he knew that staying a human for more than half the day would trap him in that state forever. He only thought about it, but always deterred himself from really doing it, telling himself that the dog world was his home. Human life appealed to him, but not enough to make it a permanent residence.