Sci Fi Story

Its Mother's Day, so please let me just wish all of the Lit~Moms and GrandMothers a very special day! This entry is very special to me. Its about a beautiful little girl named Bridget. Here is a song to listen to while you read this entry... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7m28...eature=related

When I was a little boy I was always standing up for animals. One time, I went to go swimming with a lifelong friend of mine, Butch. We biked several miles to go to a place we called 'Double A'. Its a big stream valley that held an old, cheap dam. This created a little swimming hole in the stream, that was strong and deep. These deep turbulent waters were very cool, and a perfect place to be a kid and have some fun.

On this particular hot, humid July day, a stranger appeared. He drove accross the bridge to see if anyone was there. He then came back, and only Butch and I were there. The man held something in his arms. We couldn't see what it was at the time. He then took this object and hurled it into the water. While it was in the air, Butch and I both realised it was a terrified little puppy. The poor little thing splashed loudly into the center of the current, and immediately surfaced struggling to dog paddle out of the situation it found itself in.

I was so scared of the man that I couldn't move, but Butch reacted. He dove into the stream and rescued the puppy. The terrified soaking and cold little dog trembled as Butch placed it on the sand beside me. Soon, it began to walk away from us. The man chased down the puppy, picked it up by the scruff of its neck, and threw it again into the deepest part of the falls. I dove in and tried to get it, but it was so tired from the ordeal, that it didn't surface. Butch jumped in also, and soon we were diving to find the puppy. She had washed downstream a couple feet, but I caught her, and helped the flailing dog to the surface, and then Butch and I brought her to the bank of the shore.

When we had caught our breath, I asked the Man..."What the Hell is wrong with you Mister?"

He began walking away, and replied... "You boys want that dog? You can have its...Its a F**k**g mutt!" He then hurried up, got in his car, and drove off. Butch and I were amazed at the cruelty of the man, and we had no idea how to react. We didn't know what to do, so we dried off, and took care of the little pooch. We tied our shirts together into a sling, and put the puppy into the pocket of it. Then we pushed our bikes up the hill, and rode them back to my house.

Thankfully my father was home. He was a teacher, and a park supervisor, and worked everyday. We found him in the basement, napping on one of his favorite lazy boy chairs. We told him the story, and then showed him the dog. Now I must explain that my Dad loved food, and it showed. He had a big belly, and he gently took the puppy from us, and placed it on his belly. The cold and terrified little pup sat there, and slowly warmed to my father and began to lick my Father's face. I knew right then, that we were going to keep the puppy. My parents took the puppy to the vet for shots and to have it spayed.

A couple of days later, the dog was back at the house. I always considered it my puppy, but for some reason the name I gave it didn't stick. You see in my family the pets all had food names. First there was Noodles, then Meatball. I wanted to name the dog Bridget, but my little brother liked Biscuit. Biscuit was the name chosen, and the name stuck.

Biscuit had a long and happy life. She lived to the age of 17 years, which is like 120 dog years. Later in the year, my mother told me that Butch and I could recieve an award for our kindness to Biscuit. I was terrified. I already had my reward, Biscuit was part of the family. Anyways, it became a funny story to my Mother and Aunts, as the story was told it was elaborated by people that weren't there. I just wanted to play with our dog. She was loved by my entire family, and now for the second flower.

A week ago, a beautiful thing happened. My brother Joe and his wife gave birth to a beautiful little girl! Her name is Bridget! Niamh pointed out to me that St. Bridget is a patron saint of Ireland. I am so happy, that I can't express to you the way I feel. I'm sure she is going to be a wonderful sister for my other niece Jane.

This time Bridget, I promise you... I'm not going to let them spay you. ROFL! Well, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Love ya gang, B

Mom, I love you and wish you a "Happy Mother's Day!" Oh and a special note to Kiz-Paws...I love the way you stood up to that jerk