Jake peered through a gap in the rusted gate. “There it is. That’s the one Mr. Hewitt wants.”
Anthony looked after him. It played in the back yard. “That’s the cutest dog I’ve ever seen!”
“Yeah, it’s even got it’s own Facebook page with millions of followers.”
“So Hewitt hired you to snatch it?”
“Uh huh. That evil man has made me do some horrible stuff I’d rather forget, but this I can handle.”
The two watched the dog, waiting for their moment to move. A squirrel sprang into the yard. In a blink, something astonishing happened.
An enormous frog-like tongue shot out of the dog’s mouth. Slimy tentacles at the tongue’s end expanded and gripped the squirrel. Rows of razor sharp pincers along the tentacles began dismembering the still screaming animal. After reducing the hapless squirrel to hamburger, the tongue dragged the bloody gobbets into dog’s tiny mouth.
Anthony vomited. Jake looked pale and shaken, but he prepared a net to capture the dog.
“Are you kidding me?” whined Anthony. “That is NOT a cute dog.”
“Yeah,” grinned Jake. “But I hate Hewitt, and I can’t wait until that jackass gives it kisses!”
Written for FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2017/08/31/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2017-week-34/