An irregular tune
You hear Fluffy and you think cute. You presume it’s a little puppy all soft and cuddly.
But what I had before me was nothing like that. It was ghastly, huge and beasty-like. And it was growling. With sputter dripping from its huge jaws and its pointy teeth ready to tear off anything that comes into contact with them.
I seem to remember, though…was it in the second or the third book?…Oh, where’s Harry Potter when you need him?…But I think…
I grabbed the wooden flute conveniently found in my pocket and started playing.
But why was I lullaby-ing a three-headed dog standing guard before the gates of…whatever that was?!
This story is part of BlogShorts 2013. Other participants barking their tale include:
Blogdramedy
1pointperspective
SteveBetz
Joe’s Musings
Shouts from the Abyss
H.E. Ellis
Lenore Diane
Fix it or Deal
MC's Whispers 
Potter was kind of flaky anyway, only a flake would try to pass this creature.
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Cerberus is one of my favorite mythical animals. Who said mythical? He’s REAL!!
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Hey, you’re right! Why WOULD anyone want into a room guarded by a snapping, snarling, three-headed monster? Silly Harry.
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I should really learn how to play the flute. Never know when it could come in handy. 🙂
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Any attempt to sooth this savage beast is flute-ile. 😉
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