Thursday, December 19, 2013

Sammy's Holiday Outfit

And now we present, The Holiday Outfit, The Tragedy. A one-act play by Sammy Rhodes (as heard from the thoughts of Sammy).
"Oh, no. My parents have lost their minds. They're trying to dress me up again. Oh, the torture."
"Maybe this will work. I'll just look at the camera once and then she'll stop taking pictures. There. Are you happy now?"
"Nope. Not working. Why does my Dad have such a silly grin on his face? Someone must be able to help me here. This is mortifying."
"Yes, there's some help. I think I see Grandpa. Surely he'll help stop this insanity."
"Grandpa! Grandpa! Why are you letting them inflict this torture on me? Help me! Help, I say!"
"Oh, my dog, he's totally ignoring me. Come on, Gramps. Where's the love?"
"Fine, I'll try this again. I'm looking. I'm posing. What more do you want?"
"Oh, geez. This guy again. Now he's trying to kiss me? Come on, Dad! The outfit is embarrassing enough!"
"Great. We've moved locations for better light. This is neverending torture. My hat has snowflakes AND a silly ball on top. I'm almost three years old (or 21 in dog years). Surely that's deserving of some respect."
"Crap. She's relentless. This hat is the worst. The fact that it matches the sweater makes it completely ridiculous. WHY WON'T SOMEONE HELP ME?!?!"
"Phew. At least the hat is off. Now, how do I get rescued out of this sweater? See the stripes? They're there because I'm in prison! Now, seriously, can I go back to being a dog now?"

THE END.

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