Chapter nine

I was out at an ungodly hour once again for my morning constitution wearing a very evilly satisfied smirk as a kicked another helpless dandelion. Throwing my head back I cackled at my twentieth victory over the puffballs that morning. I returned to sidewalk (what little sidewalk Perry had that is) and went about my business merrily (I'm pretty sure I looked like a loon to what few onlookers there were). Passing another lamp post I watched as my shadow grew and grew then I halted abruptly making the shadow that had just creeped up beside mine jump...Ever so slowly I looked over my shoulder glaring daggers at the hooded man that stood there. The hood cast a very dark shadow over his face so as to who had interrupted my morning constitution I do not know but that would not stop me from trying to bore a hole in his head with my eyes. Even though I couldn't see his face I knew he was puzzled. Usually people would walk faster or run or at least be scared if some stranger was following them in the dark with no bystanders to speak of but no, not I. I stood firm with an annoyed scowl on my face. I didn't even turn all the way around to greet the stranger. The man's head tilted slightly in the general direction of my right pocket so I looked down at it curiously. Oh yeah, my ipod was in there. I looked back at the would be mugger and smirked as I retrieved the desired electronic form my pocket. The stranger gripped something in his own pocket, what I could only assume was a weapon of some sort. I reared my head back and barked loud deeply unsettling laughter into the early morning air making the stranger jump. As abruptly as I had begun I stopped and glared at the man once more, all amusement gone from my face. In a monotone voice I said to the man, "You want this? Over my dead body." The man stiffened even more confused, I could see the wheels turning in his head trying to make sense of the situation. The extremely jumpy man jumped once again as I whipped out my trusty pocket knife, the blade glinting in the yellow glow of the street lamp. "Let's dance." I sneered at him, extremely irked at this situation. The poor man turned tail and ran from the loon. I cackled after his retreating back and pocketed my knife and ipod once more humming merrily as I continued on my way as if nothing had happened. Quiz time everyone!!! Did this really happen or did I fabricate the whole story? Please post your answers in the comment area. Until next time, happy trails everybody!!