A classy lady

TSL Pandorathon 25 (Santosh Bakaya)

A conversation between a stray and a stiff-upper-lipped pomeranian.

SULP
Oh, my god, what are you? Where do you come from?

S
Oh darling, breath, don’t forget to breath! Don’t you swoon on me! The street belongs to me! I was born in the street, the street is my kingdom.
I should rather ask you, where are you from?
Because I can see you definitely do not belong here.
Oh don’t get it wrong, you smell good, enticing and alluring should I say and you’re an eye candy too! Can’t get better than that! What do you say , you and me?

SULP
Never heard such rubbish!
Vulgar and rough! Oh, no , you don’t!

(Starts barking)

S
Oh, you’re up to it, such fun. I love to play too. You play coy and  may put on those high airs, but I now your nature.
You’ll be mine by hook or by crook. You can run away, I like a good chase!

As he readies  himself to follow his new challenging love, a lasso passes around his neck, stops him in his track. All he sees next is the inside of a pound truck. That dame was a bait! And he had walked right into the trap! She was a real bitch, damn it, but what class !

SULP
She goes to the gentleman who pats her, says : “well done Lady, one less vagrant, you’re doing a good job!”
She is quiet, thinking:
He was sexy nonetheless, charming in own way that handsome stray  . King of the street, really, what imprudence, I am the queen of the street.

A whistle brings her to attention , and she hops on the back platform of the Ute and start to bark in honest, announcing to the world her rank.
“Will you stop that racket, you mongrel” her handler screams.

Lucette C. Bailliet
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