Katelyn, Ben Tom, and Bucket tumbled out of the backseat and ran across the pebble beach toward the water. Katelyn, Ben, and Tom were people – human beings; Bucket was a dog. Before you get too anxious I’d like to make something perfectly clear – this isn’t going to be one of those stories where I introduce an animal into the literary equation only to do away with it in order to gain some easy sympathy from you. It’s cheap and I won’t do it. As the omniscient narrative voice in this story, I happen to know that Bucket will live a long life full of love and adventure.
So anyway, Tom drank too much and drowned but no one noticed because Ben had gotten his foot caught in a bear trap.
“Why is there a bear trap on the beach?”
Katelyn cried to the sky as Ben screamed in agony, the jagged teeth digging further into his skin with every failed escape attempt.
“Because I put it there,”
I answered from the chair in my bedroom.
“Your story was really boring and I decided to spice it up a bit.”