The Dog Ate My Homework
Three cup of coffee did more than keep Pedro up, the burst of caffeine fueled him as his fingered raced to finish the writing assignment that was due the next day.. The words would come together frantically, binding themselves in his head as he just poured them out in rushes. As his finger clanked away, he couldn't help but think that ….WOOF...WOOF... The neighbors’ dog Tully was actually friendly but had this nasty habit of barking at strange hours of the night. Typically he could ignore it, but tonight he was on a roll, barely able to keep still with all the words wanting to get out of his head. He settled back in the chair and resumed. He thought about the power of words, of how they emanate from a pure source, a source outside of anything we can imagine. Words were the embodiment of ….WOOF...WOOF... of...”damn it,” Pedro muttered. He lost the train of thought. It was gone, submerging itself back in his subconscious. He walked over to the window and yelled