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bills. There’s a wonderful nurse at the vets who always makes a big fuss of me, so occasionally I pretend to be sick just to go and see her again. If Toby was to ever find out ... well, bugger me!! “Oops, sorry - another thing we don’t do in our species. Not enough closets, I guess ...” “Toby works in all temperatures, while I laze around, sleeping, eating and drinking, and occasionally, if I’m lucky, the other. When he gets home tired from work, he still has to take me for a long walk, whether he wants to or not. I have to keep healthy you know? He has to amuse me whenever he’s in the house.” “The pleasure is not all one-sided. I do have my uses.” “For example, like the night Toby and Mary-Anne were out, and I stopped a burglar from taking all Toby’s nice things. It all happened so quickly; I surprised myself with what I did.” “I was sleeping inside the house when I heard the sound of breaking glass in the lounge. I was instantly alert. I spotted a man slightly smaller in build than Toby climb in through this broken window. I sensed something was wrong. Toby didn’t know this man.” “He kept the lights off, which gave me a decided advantage.” “Curious, I followed his flitting shadow as he went from room to room. He scooped up jewellery, a small TV and DVD, and Toby’s model car collection. He laid them out on the kitchen table, before raiding the fridge for food. I crept up behind him and whispered, “There’s an angel at your table, and he doesn’t like you eating his food.” The man jumped up in fright at the sound of my voice. When I gave him my best impression of an angry Doberman - you know the one what I mean – the snarling jaws, the rolled back, - 69 -

The Fine Line Issue 3  
The Fine Line Issue 3  

The Fine Line presents its third compilation of art, fiction and poetry by contributors Francis Raven, Michael Young, Dorothee Lang, Raj Sha...

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