It was a story of innocence that I ambushed and turned into a thing of disgusting terror. For ya'll that can't remember, it was about this nice little boy with a limp who wanted to buy the runt of the litter as a symbol for his own short comings. That was such a heart warming story and I used terrible irony to turn it into something gross and evil. I'm soooooooooooooooo sorry!! The kid took it home in good faith. End of story. . .. . . . ... . .
Or was it?
Actually, little did he know that the runt had earlier contracted rabies from a raccoon. Now here's where it get's interesting. As the boy played with his puppy, he received a scratch from his new best friend. No problem right? Wrong!! Dogs lick their paws and rabies travels through saliva and enter the bloodstream through open wounds. The boy didn't know. Either did the parents. Before long, the dormant virus took affect in the puppy and it rampaged on the entire town. As the parents frantically rushed their child to the doctor for shots, they noticed him drooling. That's when he began demanding a higher allowance. They refused, and he threw the biggest fit in the history of bad children. They were about to give him to the nuns when the entire town began demanding their money. They screamed and ran as fast as they could. Right as one of the towns people moved in for an attack, they threw their hard earned cash onto the ground and ditched the evil community for good. The place had become a rabid dungeon of evil. And it turned out, that with their money, all of the towns people could now pay their church tithes and they added a steeple. And in the center of the church stood a bronze statue of the rabid puppy that infected an entire town and saved their church.