Cureless

They’re pets, poodle dogs specifically - beautiful, well-groomed, typically white and unblemished. When their masters go to the park to socialize and chat, they can be seen together. They, too, socialize and chat. They belong to this certain class of pets. Class A or B+ maybe, depending on their master’s status. But definitely, there’s one thing you can say when seeing these poodles. Them poodles.

This morning, I just greeted a few rich poodles, with their masters. The masters had a short cocktail ceremony this early part of the day. Some I recognize because we taught them computers. Yes, we taught dogs how to do computers! Surprised? Yes, that’s how we transform the impossible here. Well, anyway. Some of them glanced at us and showed their glad eyes and tongue, then walked away to the cocktail lounge. Some didn’t look, perhaps, too unfazed by the awed crowd. Them poodles.

Well, the gullible minds might be wondering how the hell we’re able to teach computers to poodles? It’s actually easy, but not to the point of being trivial. Just tell them to sit down and listen well. Definitely, no chatting. But we weren’t able to make them obey all the time. After all, they’re you know, pets, animals, inhuman. Them poodles.

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Nice play of words, this 2nd installment of Pirates’ title has. Dead Man’s Chest = Davy Jones’ heart. Damn poodles.