Toto was growling nervously at an upright lion who seemed equally scared of this ‘yiff-ing’ little black dog. Scarecrow tried to relieve the tension by offering the dog a bone but half his hay-arm was torn off together with it. The Tin Man was too rusty to move and his head squeaked as he turned to look for Dorothy. He needed some oil anyway, and it would be good to end all this racket.
Toto was jumping up and down. He was so small in front of the others, he had to draw attention somehow. Dorothy finally appeared. That was when Toto ran up and hid inside his favorite basket!
This story is part of BlogShorts 2013. Other participants barking their tale include:
Shouts from the Abyss
Fix it or Deal