The sharp tinkle of breaking glass chilled Dana’s blood. Time slowed as she ran to the living room. But the mother’s fears were instantly replaced by a mother’s rage when she saw that Becca was safe, still, and holding the antique doll that once sat encased atop the bookshelf.
“That could’ve killed you! What were you thinking?”
“Um,” began the four-year-old, “It wasn’t me. See, there was this dog, only it talked, and it asked me if I wanted to play, and it jumped up and knocked down the doll and suddenly it was in my hand.”
Dana glared.
“She doesn’t believe you,” said the dog.
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Well done as always. Nice twist.
Good ending! Here I was reading along, hearing the little girl’s voice making excuses – and then the dog has to butt in!
Love it!
Great last line! Good one.
Hahaha that made me laugh out loud at the end. Well done!
Ingenious!
The punch line is great. I was waiting to smile (as per the prompt) and just couldn’t see where it was going to come from. Well done!
I loved this one! I could so believe in a talking dog. LOL
Love the talking dog. And blaming it on the dog is traditional, right?
It IS usually the dog’s fault. At least, with my dog.
That’s the spirit!