Hero worship. I know it well.
Not because I look up to many dogs, cats or humans, but because of being looked up to. Yeah, that’s right, there are other living creatures who look up to the old Flash man.
Granted, I’m a big dog in a little park, but even so, every house ("jail") break is now met with adoring looks (and quiet applause) from every chipmunk and possum especially when my escapades bring me to other neighborhoods.
Lest you think it’s because I’m a famous author, it’s not. No, my forest dwelling friends can’t even read, let alone afford the paltry cost it takes to get a computer and my life story into their hands.
No, it’s really because of the way I smell.
You see, the Old Man's been washing me with this oatmeal smelling shampoo that, for whatever reason, the local vermin just love. So much so that they don’t even wait for the house break anymore and just invade the yard I live in. It’s so frequent now, I don’t even chase them anymore. I’d rather just sit back and lick myself. What can I say, I like oatmeal.
Frankly, I don’t even know where I’m going with this story...Eh, that’s all I got folks.
FLASH
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