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His Little Whisker
Mr. Mar’s Story
This is a short story, so I’m hoping you will stay at least 30 seconds for it to count as a read. Maybe highlight and comment if you’re feeling extra spicy.
I was out in the garage, enjoying a nice warm break from the bone-chilling AC inside when I noticed that my dog had lost one of his whiskers.
My first thought was that it naturally decided to shed and floated to the ground like a feather falling off a bird on a breeze-less day. But then I started to wonder…
Was it pinched and plucked by one of the chairs out there?
Did the ghost living in our garage, I call him Casper (as unoriginal as that is), stabalize his head and give a good yank to the wirey black whisker?
What if a sticky spider crawled up him, wrapped it in their whispy web, and used it as their anchor until it snapped?!
Was it something he even noticed? Did it feel like a tooth being extracted at the dentist? Or was it similar to someone tugging on our hair until a strand is ripped away?
At the end of the day, it likely just fell off and he’s fine. I asked him about it, he gave me a sigh and walked away. Maybe he did something embarassing and is just fleeing the scene. But as the Tootsie Pop owl says, “the world may never know”.
