While the Script is Drawn
Mosaic 5 - No Title 02
"Basic Dog!" curse them.
"Shhh. Look at that, there's a dog sitting. Very disgusted, yes," they scorned.
"Woi. Get out of here," caci maki them.
Such is the curse, scorn and scorn on them.
Here, they say, I'm a dog!
***
They said, I'm a dog!
Because I don't feel like a dog, I don't think I'm a bully they said. I keep going through ordinary days with mediocrity. Wake up, go to work, go to work, go to bed again. Sometimes go to the cinema. Or to the bar. Or to the beach. Or to the mountain. Or not go at all.
My days are going normally. Until one busy Monday. People who cross paths with me, looking strangely and pouting his mouth like he was casting a spell. People in the street, people in the office, people in KFC employees to people who disguise themselves as individuals. Same everything. Looking strangely at me with my mouth twitching. Is there something wrong with me? Did I forget to apply pomade to my hair? Did I forget to spray perfume? Is my pants zipping open?
And that answer was only known when a Kindergarten boy called out to his mother.
"Mom, look at that dog. Can I have it?"
Her mom nodded firmly. "That's a very ugly dog, baby. We'll just buy a prettier dog."
Hearing them say I'm a dog, I quickly searched for glass. From the reflection of the shadow on the glass I saw myself.
Why did they say I was a dog? Are their eyes experiencing mass cataracts?
I am still as usual. The nose is still sharp. Ears are normal, not elongated. The tongue also does not protrude drooling like dogs should. My voice is not barking either.
Why did they say I was a dog?
***
They said, I'm a dog!
In fact, they themselves are dogs. This fact was revealed on a clear Tuesday morning. The people I saw suddenly turned into dogs!
In fact, their form. Varies. Combined. Improvise. And the other ber-ber.
Some seem to be intact a dog. There's a half-and-a-half. Half dog, half human. Half dog-half snake. Half dog-half ****. Half dog-half jin. Half a dog, as big as a dog.
"Dogs are yelling at dogs," I yelled exasperatedly as they whispered behind me, calling me Dog.
Look at the behavior of those dogs. Really like a dog. Eat the dog way. Barking like a dog. Pissing with dogs. Make love like a dog, with a dog!
***
What the hell's going on? These nights they howl. Ria's hugging. Nawed.
Ah, you dogs.
"You're a dog. Got a wife still playing crazy with your dog secretary," nguik the bear-haired dog woman. Her husband, the crocodile-headed dog, returned.
"Ah, that's just how you intimidate. Just tell me you need extra money to take care of the bear's fur on your dog's body."
Just leave those dogs!
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That office buddy of mine, a dog. The head, the body, the legs, the nguik, all dogs. Only one part is not. Her gender! The sex is similar to that of a horse.
"Imagine if you have this much sex and every time you get an erection?" said.
I shuddered in horror.
So, every night, my friend was always browsing the night clubs. Both the lights are bright and dimly lit. Looking for red-talking female dogs. Then just watch him last night.
***
Days passed and still they said I was a dog.
Confused me. Where is my avidness?
I took back the glass. Just making sure. Look, I am human. From the tip of the foot to the head. My voice is also a human voice.
Why did they say I was a dog?
***
"Based on the Dog" said a perfect dog to me. The perfect dog finally knew if his job was often sabotage.
Perfect dog! Yeah, I said that because he looks really dog-like. There was no strange combination in his body. Not like other mixed dogs.
"Eh, you're blind? Look carefully. Who is the dog? Which part of my body is the dog?" I rebuked.
"Let's not it, dog brains ****!" means firmly.
I'm speechless. I finally know the answer, why they say I'm a dog!
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Finished
(This Short Story: They Say, I'm a Dog!)
