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Show The Speed of Light Butch and Fenn Stories 3 as if he'd been feasting on the animal instead of trying something. With a sigh that would have stopped a train, he finally leaned back into Fenn's face and announced: "Gentlemen, I fear we have lost her." "Who?" Fenn said. I went up into the backyard to sit in the weeds and breath real air. Roto and Karen, Butch's younger brother and sister, were chasing Tiny around the yard. The damn dog had problems. The BUTCH on his side in gray letters looked like an advertisement of some kind, and Tiny himself was the kind of advanced inbred huge German shepherd with a hip problem so that his run was more of a sidle, and he slid around the yard like two midgets in a bad dog suit. It was then I heard the screams which shook the house, and I saw a red blur shoot through the basement window in a crash of glass. It was the cat. She had come to, found herself wide open, and after using Butch's scalp as a runway, had taken flight. Tiny caught a whiff of the blood and fur, and he went off after her, nose down like a stock car. We were sure the cat was gone forever, headed toward the Juke's house, but Tiny came back later that night with an expression which denied analysis even by Butch. It is while Butch is getting his scalp stitched together that he makes the decision to investigate the physical sciences. |