Damnit, Mom, aim that thing somewhere else, like where I’m pointing. How many shots have you already missed because you’re too obsessed with photographing me? Yeah, I know I’m cute and fluffy, but you have a job to do. Dog shots just don’t bring in the big bucks.
Click, click, click.
Darn camera makes so much noise. No wonder Sasquatch ran away. And don’t get me started on Nessie. She stared at you for five whole minutes before she swam away. At least turn the sound off. It’s digital for goodness sakes.
Click, click, click.
Look over there, just above the tree line. What is that monstrous thing?
Click, click, click.
Quick, quick! Before it’s too late.
Click, click, click.
This time you’re not going to just lose the shot. You could lose your head. Turn around before that thing eats you. It’s closing in.
Click, click, click.
Good god, it’s diving right at you!
Click, click, click.
It’s on the ground now. You have to move. Run away.
Click, click, click.
Can’t you hear it? Can’t you smell its reek?
Click, click, click.
Close. So dangerously close.
Click, click, click.
I can’t stand it anymore. I have to do something. Be gone you demon!
“Marge! Your damned dog is attacking my hand glider again. Please say you got the shot this time.”
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