"That's right! You have been purchased by a restaurant! Some new one downtown, I don't know much about it, but your new owner is in that room over there" the canine relayed, an almost giddy smile sprawled across her face. You walked slowly into the next room, looking around for your new owner before you heard a loud voice boom;
"I'm down here!"
looking down, you noticed the small Chihuahua standing near your feet. You stared at her, almost puzzled by her size. Even for a Chihuahua she was small. Accepting it quickly as the dread off your future quickly replaced any concern you may have had, you started to introduce yourself
"Uh, Hi, I'm..."
"Yes, Timothy McGraver. I know." a smile spread across her tiny face, "and you were the cheapest slave I could buy. I'm sure you will serve admirably in your new position. I've just opened a new place downtown and I needed a whole staff so I came down here today. I have the perfect job in mind for you, don't worry!" she said, the smile alarmingly large for such a small dog
"If you don't mind me asking, what kind of restaurant is it?" you asked
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.10 seconds at 5:24pm on Nov 28, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
