Fuzzy Fear: A short (but VERY scary) play...

The scene: Trevor is studying at the dining room table, while [Deals] reads on the couch in the living room. Gypsy Kitty is asleep on the floor next to the couch (close to her momma as always). Alley is curled up on the doggie day bed in front of the armoire. Haskell is in his room napping by himself.

The house is quiet except for the occasional soft rustle of pages turning in the books Trevor and [Deals] are reading and the steady breathing of the resident pups.

Suddenly, from the guest bedroom, comes the scrambling sound of terrified paws churning frantically on the wood floor. Haskell, obviously alarmed, explodes into the living room and dives into the relative safety and warmth of doggie day bed next to Alley. He is visibly shaken.

Trevor: “Haskell? What happened? You get scared?”

Deals: “Maybe go check his room.”

Trevor: “For what? A monster?”

Deals: “A small bug, perhaps? It is Haskell.”

Trevor gets up from the dining room table and walks down the hall into the guest bedroom. A few minutes later, Trevor reemerges shaking his head and giggling.

Deals: “Find anything?”

Trevor: “Nope.”

Deals: “What do you think happened?”

Trevor: “Who knows. [To Haskell…] You’re the bravest dog in the whole world aren’t you?”

Haskell: “[Audible sigh].”

Deals: “Poor little guy. As if things weren’t hard enough for him already, he is now scared of his own shadow.”

[End Scene]