While sitting outside on my patio trying to think up an idea for a short story, my dog Franny ambles over with a stick in her mouth.
“Whatcha doing, Raud?” she slurs around her stick like a day drinker.
“Trying to write a love poem,” I answer flippantly, frustrated with my efforts.
“Ahhh,” she coos. “I like thinking of pizza too, but wouldn’t it be easier to just order one? They’ll deliver a pie of love right to our front door. That’ll inspire a lot of love poems. And if you order pepperoni they’ll be spicy love poems.”
Franny, you are the wisest woman I know! – Toby
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