Puppy Love (standard:other, 1494 words)
Author: Dan Tana	Added: Apr 21 2010	Views/Reads: 2786/1865	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A boy plays with a puppy who he cares for very much, then they are separated by a senseless crime.

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both the physical and emotional pleasure of petting such a willing and 
eager puppy on that particularly soft and sensitive spot behind her 
ear. 

But these people are all afraid to admit such desires to anyone for fear
of how others like themselves will react.  So they try to hide their 
real feelings by making a very loud and public spectacle of condemning 
this boy for what he has done.  And a large number of them, that 
speaker included, are even afraid to admit these feelings to 
themselves.  So they sooth and submerge their pain, along with a whole 
lot of jealousy and bitterness, hiding it all from their own 
consciousness, beneath a seething, distracting, indignant rage at 
anyone like this boy who does not deprive himself as they do. 

One of the five grabs the puppy and rips her from the arms of the person
who risked his life for her.  The puppy yelps and whimpers in confusion 
and fear.  She struggles against the unwelcome grasp of those 
unfamiliar and forceful, calloused, insensitive hands, but is powerless 
to escape them.  The other four grab the boy and drag him to his feet.  
They rough him up a bit and throw him into the shell of an old 
refrigerator that has been abandoned nearby.  They slam the door on 
him, laughing maliciously as the latch clicks shut, trapping him 
inside. 

They all gather around the puppy and pet her, tentatively, being very
careful to keep their hands well away from her left ear.  They all make 
sure to look like they do not enjoy petting her too much. 

All five of them say things to the puppy about how she is safe now, and
how that horrible boy will never abuse her like that again.  They act 
like they care about her very, very much. 

A vague and half-formed notion that these people who claim to be so very
concerned for the welfare of puppies really care about the satisfaction 
that they derive from vilifying and persecuting this boy for how he 
lets a puppy play with him, which enables them to believe that they are 
somehow caring for her while, indirectly, but very effectively, they 
subjugate her affection and tickles to the resentful, perverted will of 
their own jealous hearts, pops unexpectedly into the mind of the one 
who first laid hands on her against her will. 

That faint notion grows stronger and clearer.  It almost becomes the
realization that enforcing their law that dictates who she can tickle 
in certain ways on certain days actually matters more to them than 
trying to comprehend and do whatever truly is best for this particular 
puppy.  The consciousness of this person teeters precariously on the 
edge of understanding why they choose to enforce such a law, without 
any real concern for how much it hurts the puppy, obstinately, and 
quite selfishly, refusing to even acknowledge the possibility that 
doing so will not actually protect her from any genuine harm but 
ultimately just break her heart and wreck her life. 

With a quick shake of the head this unpleasant fragment of a thought is
flung back, unexamined, into unconsciousness. 

These people are satisfied with what they have done, so they put the
puppy down and walk away.  They leave her traumatized, in a state of 
acute anxiety and distress.  She hears muffled screams coming from the 
large, white, rusty container, but cannot find any way to reach the boy 
imprisoned inside.  His cries get quieter, and she becomes increasingly 
distraught.  She howls in desperate grief and misery. 

The assailants who robbed her of the tender, comforting, utterly
delightful company of her best friend hear her haunting, mournful 
expression of the terrible anguish that they have inflicted upon her, 
and think that it could not possibly be anything but evidence of just 
how badly that boy hurt the puppy.  They continue on their way without 
a second thought. 

The puppy scratches frantically, and hopelessly, breaking her nails and
bloodying her paws in a futile attempt to free the boy who dared to 
show her such affection, who shared with her so many moments of pure 
happiness and cared for her so much better than anyone else ever will, 
from the metal box in which he is entombed. 


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