Steve and Fido

Slylock Fox – January 7th, 2013


“Ready for your walk, Fido?” asked Steve. Instead of the usual yipping and tapping of claws, there was silence, followed by a muffled sob. The leash went slack, and Steve felt something tug his arm. The sobbing grew.

Steve’s body went rigid. He slowly turned his head to the source of the cries. A creature, mostly a dog but a bit like a man, it’s body twisted upright, stood before him. It’s canine face was distorted into one of sheer pain.

This is not Fido.


About Inkwell

Just your average girl surfing the web for kick-awesome cartoons and comics. I enjoy reading, writing, and listening to my head rattle.
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One Response to Steve and Fido

  1. Ratiocinator says:

    Hahaha, look at Inkwell and how she didn’t write any alt text! Isn’t that pitiful, everybody?

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