1Psychic Dogs... ah. At eight years old. I was so good at writing comedy back then. :D I wish could do just as well now, with Psychic Dogs more serious and book-like. The original Chapter 1. It includes the events of current Chapter 1 and 2, and more. I'm gonna laugh.
Plot: Refer to Psychic Dogs' summary in my profile.
It was really cold, considering that I became used to snuggling under my mother's belly and lived in a den. After I've gotten shot by some sort of thorn, a dart they call it, and stored away in a cold, metallic den in … something... Great Metal Log? Anyway, it was called Ýmir. The only thing I love about this is the cushion. It's so silky. Leaving my old home tugged at my heartstrings. All hope of finding Mom seemed destroyed-
"Here's your food, baby." came the voice of the local feeder.
I'd swear I'd rip her to mince-meat if I didn't have this harness on. Baby, indeed! So I promptly ate the raw salmon as she walked out the door. And I settled off to bed for a nice long rest. And so this routine continued for 4 months, until landing.
Landing was a splendid affair, giants talking incessantly to each other and I was loaded out of the ship by a big, cold, yellow caterpillar. The captain was carrying my metal string across the port to a nearby forest with me still bound to it. Other ones carried other pups like me from the ship and following the captain. I felt a tremendous sense of excitement as we neared the border of the forest and then… they released us!
I tore into the dense undergrowth, woofing yahoos of joy. It felt good to finally get on my feet again and enjoy the snowy forest of...
Wait a tiny second!
I stopped before an unfamiliar tree. The thought came to me.
"This tree," I yelped, "does not grow in Iceland!"
I was on a foreign land! I thought of my mother and saw her on another place; hunting squirrels.
"What the… no, it's crazy!" I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. I shook myself up, making snow fall off my fur. I hoped I could shake off my anxiety like snow too.
I began running east. Then, I started to feel hungry. I needed to hunt down my lunch. My mother taught me how to hunt already but…um… I didn't exactly excel in her lessons. Yeah... hmmm... and, I don't know these animals at all! As I walked further, I stumbled on a huge rat.
The rat looked me in the eyes and hissed. It tried to claw me in the face but… I quickly sidestepped and pinned the rat. I raised my head and bit its neck hard. The warm blood seeped into my mouth. I wolfed the meat down. A greyhound appeared behind me and sneered.
"So," he asked, "caught it accidentally, right?"
"What…mmmfff…do you…grmmmff…care?" I replied between gulps of meat.
"I chased it towards you. Name's Lerken." He yapped, "I'm the mayor's dog, so show some respect!"
I was never more shocked in my life! His coat was glossy from head to tail. Even the fur… the fur between his toes was shiny! And he sported a black snout on his head!
"My name's Pana, nice to see you!" I introduced myself, "Great Blizzard…you look awesome!" I exclaimed loudly, "Although you are wearing that thing on your head wrong."
I took it from his head and made it cup my snout. But apparently, it was too big and so it covered my whole head!
"Hahahahahaha! If only you could see yourself!" he guffawed.
I couldn't help but join in. "Yeah, you're right, hahahahahahahahaha!"
Whoa. Whoooooa there Pana, that's not you! Okay…o-okay, get a hold of yourself!
I muttered something that probably sounded like, "Um rerler surny but dert. (I'm really sorry 'bout that.)"
Lerken walked up to me and quickly took the snout from me and scoffed.
He said, "It's a hat and it's NOT worn like... huh?" A baying sound came from my left. An Irish Setter bounded up a ditch, followed by two golden retrievers.
"Elidor, Julian, and Aquarine." He muttered.
I was confused and asked, "What?" I never heard any names in Iceland that ever sounded like those names… or is it the way Lerken pronounced it which made it sound different?
The Irish Setter named Elidor smiled coolly at him and jumped onto a flat rock and sat on it. Heartily he wagged his ears.
"Lerken! The pampered mayor's dog. I brought you some KIBBLE from the General Store."
At the word, kibble, he ran around Elidor uncontrollably like a pup chasing its tail. I heard about kibble as the magical food humans give to domesticates to make them listen to them. A command and a piece of kibble and they were bound by the spell forever. But I never saw it happening. It was a lot more serious than I thought!
I finally decided to introduce myself.
"Hi!" I started, "My name's Pana. Nice to see you!
He looked at me and turned back to making Lerken act crazy.
Who does he think he is, the King of France?!
I was really annoyed at him doing that and I asked again,
"Hello…!"
No response. I was fuming. He doesn't even think about looking at me!
I'll destroy him and turn him into mince-meat!
And so I lunged at him and took him by surprise causing the bag of kibble to fly and land on top of Lerken's head. I pinned his neck with my teeth. That was the worst mistake I ever made since stepping out of my den 4 months ago. I was flung into the ditch, very roughly! The wind was totally knocked out of me. Elidor approached, and his icy glare cut through my head, making it spin.
The last words I heard were, "This will teach you to mess with me!"
And a shimmering golden aura floated into a piece of black stone beside me.
It was really cold, considering that I became used to snuggling under my mother's belly and lived in a den. After I've gotten shot by some sort of thorn, a dart they call it, and stored away in a cold, metallic den in … something... Great Metal Log? Anyway, it was called Ýmir. The only thing I love about this is the cushion. It's so silky. Leaving my old home tugged at my heartstrings. All hope of finding Mom seemed destroyed-
"Here's your food, baby." came the voice of the local feeder.
I'd swear I'd rip her to mince-meat if I didn't have this harness on. Baby, indeed! So I promptly ate the raw salmon as she walked out the door. And I settled off to bed for a nice long rest. And so this routine continued for 4 months, until landing.
I learned that this thing was called a ship. It still feels weird coming off my tongue.
Landing was a splendid affair, giants talking incessantly to each other and I was loaded out of the ship by a big, cold, yellow caterpillar. The captain was carrying my metal string across the port to a nearby forest with me still bound to it. Other ones carried other pups like me from the ship and following the captain. I felt a tremendous sense of excitement as we neared the border of the forest and then… they released us!
I tore into the dense undergrowth, woofing yahoos of joy. It felt good to finally get on my feet again and enjoy the snowy forest of...
Wait a tiny second!
I stopped before an unfamiliar tree. The thought came to me.
"This tree," I yelped, "does not grow in Iceland!"
I was on a foreign land! I thought of my mother and saw her on another place; hunting squirrels.
"What the… no, it's crazy!" I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. I shook myself up, making snow fall off my fur. I hoped I could shake off my anxiety like snow too.
I began running east. Then, I started to feel hungry. I needed to hunt down my lunch. My mother taught me how to hunt already but…um… I didn't exactly excel in her lessons. Yeah... hmmm... and, I don't know these animals at all! As I walked further, I stumbled on a huge rat.
The rat looked me in the eyes and hissed. It tried to claw me in the face but… I quickly sidestepped and pinned the rat. I raised my head and bit its neck hard. The warm blood seeped into my mouth. I wolfed the meat down. A greyhound appeared behind me and sneered.
"So," he asked, "caught it accidentally, right?"
"What…mmmfff…do you…grmmmff…care?" I replied between gulps of meat.
"I chased it towards you. Name's Lerken." He yapped, "I'm the mayor's dog, so show some respect!"
I was never more shocked in my life! His coat was glossy from head to tail. Even the fur… the fur between his toes was shiny! And he sported a black snout on his head!
"My name's Pana, nice to see you!" I introduced myself, "Great Blizzard…you look awesome!" I exclaimed loudly, "Although you are wearing that thing on your head wrong."
I took it from his head and made it cup my snout. But apparently, it was too big and so it covered my whole head!
"Hahahahahaha! If only you could see yourself!" he guffawed.
I couldn't help but join in. "Yeah, you're right, hahahahahahahahaha!"
Whoa. Whoooooa there Pana, that's not you! Okay…o-okay, get a hold of yourself!
I muttered something that probably sounded like, "Um rerler surny but dert. (I'm really sorry 'bout that.)"
Lerken walked up to me and quickly took the snout from me and scoffed.
He said, "It's a hat and it's NOT worn like... huh?" A baying sound came from my left. An Irish Setter bounded up a ditch, followed by two golden retrievers.
"Elidor, Julian, and Aquarine." He muttered.
I was confused and asked, "What?" I never heard any names in Iceland that ever sounded like those names… or is it the way Lerken pronounced it which made it sound different?
The Irish Setter named Elidor smiled coolly at him and jumped onto a flat rock and sat on it. Heartily he wagged his ears.
"Lerken! The pampered mayor's dog. I brought you some KIBBLE from the General Store."
At the word, kibble, he ran around Elidor uncontrollably like a pup chasing its tail. I heard about kibble as the magical food humans give to domesticates to make them listen to them. A command and a piece of kibble and they were bound by the spell forever. But I never saw it happening. It was a lot more serious than I thought!
I finally decided to introduce myself.
"Hi!" I started, "My name's Pana. Nice to see you!
He looked at me and turned back to making Lerken act crazy.
Who does he think he is, the King of France?!
I was really annoyed at him doing that and I asked again,
"Hello…!"
No response. I was fuming. He doesn't even think about looking at me!
I'll destroy him and turn him into mince-meat!
And so I lunged at him and took him by surprise causing the bag of kibble to fly and land on top of Lerken's head. I pinned his neck with my teeth. That was the worst mistake I ever made since stepping out of my den 4 months ago. I was flung into the ditch, very roughly! The wind was totally knocked out of me. Elidor approached, and his icy glare cut through my head, making it spin.
The last words I heard were, "This will teach you to mess with me!"
And a shimmering golden aura floated into a piece of black stone beside me.