Paper tigers..!

My dog Pluto, you all know by now is a stray I've adapted and the biggest coward on earth, who goes out with me for a walk so that other dog's don't attack him looked up sideways as I picked up a book that seemed to have suddenly appeared near my chair. "Horror Stories," read the caption. I looked at the stories and saw one by Edgar Allan Poe, called 'The Black Cat'. Captivated, I started reading and found that the cat's name was Pluto.
It took me a few minutes to read the dreadful tale and when I finished I looked fearfully at my own Pluto. "Was he as terrible, as fearful as his namesake I'd just read about?" I wondered. Pluto yawned, opening his mouth and I shuddered as I peered into suddenly demonic monster like fangs that seemed to be too threateningly close.
"Chicken!" hissed my dog, and I ran into kitchen and brought him a plate of today's lunch; all of it, without the rice and chappatis just the chicken.
"Mutton!" he hissed a while later and I gave him all of my dinner. And that's when I saw him grin.
I looked at the book and stared at Pluto, "Did you place this frightening book here?" I demanded and I saw his grin widen.
"Why?' I asked, "why did you do it? You frightened me!"
"Ah massa," said my stray, "I jes' doin' what you human people are doin!"
"What?" I asked. "Building false publicity for ourselves!" yawned my stray, "building up an image a thousand times bigger than what we really is! I'm a little, frightened stray puppy aren't I?"
"Yep," I said, "you sure are one!"
"But you were frightened after reading about that other Pluto in the book!"
"So?" I asked not wishing to be reminded, "who else is doing your mean trick?"
"All your so called leaders," said my dog smirking, "Your politician down the road. The one who calls all those strikes and makes all those inflammatory speeches, who started the riots and sparked off bomb blasts, do you know what a coward he actually is? That he sits trembling behind commandos and security soldiers hoping they won't leave him a moment lone! Who cries every time he sees a syringe? Whimpers when he has a cold!"
"Who else?" I asked wearily.
"Why that man who sends bombs into countries all around. Poses with horses and in jogging shorts! You want to see what a feller he really is? Ask him to spend ten days in the country he sends his armies into!"
I picked up the book of horror stories and threw it at my dog. It fell open showing me same pages I'd just read.
"Grrrrr!" growled my dog and I fled as I stared at Poe's horror story..!
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Paper tigers..!

My dog Pluto, you all know by now is a stray Ive adapted and the biggest coward on earth, who goes out with me for a walk so that other dogs dont attack him looked up sideways as I picked up a book that seemed to have suddenly appeared near my chair. Horror Stories, read the caption. I looked at the stories and saw one by Edgar Allan Poe, called The Black Cat. Captivated, I started reading and found that the cats name was Pluto. It took me a few minutes to read the dreadful tale and when I finished I looked fearfully at my own Pluto. Was he as terrible, as fearful as his namesake Id just read about? I wondered. Pluto yawned, opening his mouth and I shuddered as I peered into suddenly demonic monster like fangs that seemed to be too threateningly close. Chicken! hissed my dog, and I ran into kitchen and brought him a plate of todays lunch; all of it, without the rice and chappatis just the chicken. Mutton! he hissed a while later and I gave him all of my dinner. And thats when I saw him grin. I looked at the book and stared at Pluto, Did you place this frightening book here? I demanded and I saw his grin widen. Why? I asked, why did you do it? You frightened me! Ah massa, said my stray, I jes doin what you human people are doin! What? I asked. Building false publicity for ourselves! yawned my stray, building up an image a thousand times bigger than what we really is! Im a little, frightened stray puppy arent I? Yep, I said, you sure are one! But you were frightened after reading about that other Pluto in the book! So? I asked not wishing to be reminded, who else is doing your mean trick? All your so called leaders, said my dog smirking, Your politician down the road. The one who calls all those strikes and makes all those inflammatory speeches, who started the riots and sparked off bomb blasts, do you know what a coward he actually is? That he sits trembling behind commandos and security soldiers hoping they wont leave him a moment lone! Who cries every time he sees a syringe? Whimpers when he has a cold! Who else? I asked wearily. Why that man who sends bombs into countries all around. Poses with horses and in jogging shorts! You want to see what a feller he really is? Ask him to spend ten days in the country he sends his armies into! I picked up the book of horror stories and threw it at my dog. It fell open showing me same pages Id just read. Grrrrr! growled my dog and I fled as I stared at Poes horror story..! [email protected]