I find a sunny spot in the backyard, line up my chair to make the most of the fall sun, and sit down to attempt some writing in my notepad. I open it to a fresh page, click the tab on my pen a few times, and wait for something to surface to inspire me.
It isn’t long before Fleegle emerges from the bamboo and is staring alongside me at the blank page too, and soon he is followed by his blond shadow, Franny.
“What are we doing?” she asks.
“Shush,” Fleegle says. “Raud might have writer’s block.”
“What’s writer’s block?”
“It’s when Raud can’t think of anything to write about.”
“Is that because his coconut brain is hollow?”
Fleegle pushes her away by shoving his butt in her direction. He nose bumps my notepad. “Maybe if you drew some meaty bones it might help get the ink flowing.”
I click the tab on my pen a few more times and look at Fleegle and Franny. “I didn’t think I had writer’s block until you two brought it up.”
“Ah, that’s the power of suggestion at work,” Fleegle says. “Now back to drawing those meaty bones.”
Franny pokes her head in. “Did you say he needed suggestions? Get your pen ready, Raud. I’m not too sure what writer’s block is but I’m pretty sure I don’t have it. I can tell you all sorts of things to write.”
“Back off, Franny, Raud’s going to draw me some bones.”
“No he’s not. He’s going to write down my story. Let me begin. Once upon a time there was a dog named Franny and she was the prettiest princess in the land. She had a super obedient servant named Fleegle who did everything she told him to do.”
“Hey, I’m not your servant.” Fleegle sees me writing and whines, “Raud, don’t write down what she says, we have bones to draw.”
Franny looks down her nose at me. “Read what you have so far, scribe.”
I look at the page. “Once upon a time there was a dog named Franny and she was the stinkiest dog on the block because her big friend Fleegle showed her where all the coyote poop was.”
Franny snorts her derision. “You left out ‘Princess’.”
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So, are you going to get back to drawing those bones? — Bitey Dog
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