The Park, a Novel in One Paragraph by Cheesymae du Foffy

I bounded through the park, the sun was shining and the grass was

smelly. I caught his doggy frame from the corner of my eye but my

owner called me with liver treats in his hand and all thoughts of

romance were lost. Would i ever see him again and find true love? As

i crunched down on the treats for being a "good girl" i caught sight

of him again. He was stocky and short haired, he had a slobbery

smile and eyes that hinted at no hidden depths....he was perfect for

me. I sauntered over and sniffed his bottom as he sniffed mine and

then i let him mount me, like you do.

Ahhhh, walkies and park romance!

The End