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.