The Meeting

“Welcome! Emergency meeting!” Growled Rusty Bulldog. “Our owners have been very naughty!”

Barks and growls and mews and chirps filled the old abandoned mansion.

“Timmy has been cleaning up my feces from my litterbox,” piped up Poppy Tabby.

Three hairless cats agreed.

“My owner has limited my millet intake to one branch a week!” Crowed Mich Parrot.

Soon, the whole room was filled with angry creatures, bug and small, complaining to anyone that would listen.

“…Doesn’t let me out of my my cage because they sleep while I’m awake…”

“…Don’t let me sleep with them. I sleep in a kennel.”

“…Don’t let me sleep on the counter while they…”

“…Not enough treats…”

“…No belly rubs…”

“…Baby came home one day…”


“Enough!” Bulldog roared. “I see how it is. But it being my job, I have a plan. I have a plan that might just work.

All the animals stopped their snarling and yowling and I screaming.

Bulldog cleared his throat. “I agree with you all that the humans are a disgrace. They have no right to treat us like this! But we don’t have to let them be mean to us.

“When push comes to shove, will shall declare war on them!”

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