Written as a prompt for a contest to win the book above :) Short due to word restrictions.
My review of it is available here
And now - the story:
“So, now that we have met here on
neutral ground…” began Sir Alfred Catterton, but Sandwich the Alsatian cut him
off.
“Ground mutton! Food!” he said.
“Yes, now listen, the Communists
and my party, the Aristocats are forming a grand coalition, and we need dog
support to beef up our …”
“Beef, I’ll have beef, yes. Food!”
“Listen! So it is likely the media
won’t like this. Catnabber Goswami will be spitting at the camera in anger
saying we are opportunist…”
“I want a sandwich,” said Sandwich.
“Oh, get the dog a goldfish
sandwich,” meowed Sir Alfred to the waiter, closing his paws into fists.
“Goldfish banned, sir,” said the
waiter.
“Oh yes. Damned Home-cats,”
grumbled Sir Alfred, referring to the outgoing government, whose tendency to
ban things had been at least partly responsible for his party’s return to
power. “Fine, beef sandwich, then.”
“Beef! Woof! Yes!”
“Now pay attention, mutt! I need
you to go on Catnabber’s show as a panelist and tell him how much faith you
have in a Communist-Aristocat Team Government being the only one that will
solve the Dog Problem.”
“Problem, yes. No food. Problem.”
“Yes, good, talk about how you got
no food under the Home-Cat government.”
“I mean here. No food. Problem.”
Sir Alfred stretched his paws. It
was going to be a long evening. Such were the issues involved in gathering
support for the CAT government.
Hahaha. Feels great to be indirectly responsible for this lovely piece, Percy!
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks.
Ah, word limit, your cruel, heartless spoiler-of-mirth.
ReplyDeleteHere's to hoping that Part IV, free from your stern clutches, shall make up for all you have deprived the audience of in this bit.
Ah, word limit, you cruel, heartless spoiler-of-mirth.
ReplyDeleteHere's to hoping that Part IV, free from your stern clutches, shall make up for all you have deprived the audience of in this bit.