Cobwebs from an Empty Skull by Ambrose Bierce
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Suddenly his ear was assailed by a succession of eager barks, as of
another dog in pursuit of him. It then began to dawn upon him that he was a particularly rapid dog: instead of having lost his voice, his voice had lost him, and was just now arriving. Full of his discovery, he sought his master, and struck for better food and more comfortable housing. "Why, you miserable example of perverted powers!" said his master; "I never intended you for the chase, but for the road. You are to be a draught-dog--to pull baby about in a cart. You will perceive that speed is an objection. Sir, you must be toned down; you will be at once assigned to a house with modern conveniences, and will dine at a French restaurant. If that system do not reduce your own, I'm an 'Ebrew Jew!" The journals next morning had racy and appetizing accounts of a canine suicide. CXXV. A gosling, who had not yet begun to blanch, was accosted by a chicken just out of the shell: "Whither away so fast, fair maid?" inquired the chick. "Wither away yourself," was the contemptuous reply; "you are already |
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