The sound emanated from the darkest corner of the cave. Both men left their seats, crouched in fighting stance and turned to meet the unknown threat. The source of the sound revealed itself as it travelled at speed toward them both. Seeking a target it wavered from Milk to Myusername before settling on Milk and driving home its attack. The dog leapt at Milks throat and slathered him with its tongue. Time and time again it jumped at Milk its tail thrashing in joy.Cisco? cried Milk? What are you doing down here?? Milk fished a sausage out of his coat pocket and flipped it to the dog. Here you are my friend. I wondered where you were. Try this. It's better than mackerel? The meat bounced along the ground up the gradient before slammin off the wall. The dog unhooked itself from Milks embrace and chased after the prize. Two things it loved. One, its master Mr Milk, and two sausages. Oh and also teacake if it was available. Milk looked at the dog and wondered at how quickly his life had changed. Only yesterday he was playing golf with Dan Berry and Ted the Kiwi. Now all he was able to do was to remember driving up the fairway, then hitting to the green, pat the dog that was with them then going for a drink. It seemed like another world.

Creativity at its best ! like it

that was "el beau st"....