Saturday, May 26, 2007

Mugsy's Prague Spring: Part V

Part V: Battle Royale

"I am your father." My heart skipped a beat as I considered the implications of what Blue Bull had just said to me. His fuzzy chest heaved as he sat plastered to the stone wall, his lone eye studying my face.

"Blue Bull ...," I said, carefully considering my words. "Do you take me for a fool?!?" I am an AKC-registered, pure-breed pug -- with the papers to prove it. My biological father's name is Cowboy, you infidel. How dare you besmirch his good name?"

The Blue Satan stammered, caught in yet another lie. I tore into him with my fearsome teeth, honed by a thousand chew sticks. After swinging the Bullshevik coward backward, I hurled him through the tower's eastern window. "Noooo!!!!" he cried, his voice trailing off before being silenced in a cloud of stuffing. And then, as if on cue, the dogs of Prague descended on that spot, rending Blue Bull limb from squeaking limb. Each took a bite of blue, a pinch of cotton. Souvenirs of this great moment in canine history were dispersed across the city. By the time I had reached street level, all that remained was an eye patch. And thus was completed the defenestration of Blue Bull.

"Allahu akbar!" I barked. "Allah's will be done! Now, who wants lunch?"

The End

3 comments:

Sarah O. said...

Can this be true? Or has Blue Bull formed an unholy alliance with Industrial Light and Magic to create an illusion so spectacular as to convince even Your Eminence?

I pray it's just my paranoia acting up.

Ayatollah Mugsy said...

Even with a resolution, there is suspense, no?

Anonymous said...

Could there be any little Blue Bulls appearing in the future to avenge the father's de-stuffing? Be aware!!