It was a perfect spring afternoon in the little Midwest town. The sun was shining and the scent of lilacs drifted through the air. Auntie Beatrice tended the flower pots on the back porch of her quaint little bungalow while three tiny puppies tumbled around the yard. Nearby, their mother, Molly dozed contentedly in the shade of an old oak tree.
Not long ago, Auntie Beatrice, a kind-hearted old soul, adopted Molly from the town’s animal shelter. No one knew where Molly had come from. The sheriff had found the little terrier—filthy, half-starved, and missing one of her eyes—limping alongside a road on the outskirts of town. Soon after Molly arrived at Auntie’s house, she gave birth to a litter of puppies—three white terriers with black and brown faces. All puppies are cute, but the smallest of the litter, whom Auntie named Boo, was eespecially darling, and remarkably intelligent. Although the other puppies would soon have new homes, Auntie planned to keep Boo. She thought it would be fun (and quite easy) to teach him tricks to entertain the neighborhood children who often stopped by to visit.
After finishing with her flowers, Auntie went inside to rest in her rocker and to have a cup of tea. Molly followed her in, but Boo and the other puppies remained in the yard, awkwardly chasing after their first butterfly.
Auntie and Molly didn’t see the stranger walking slowly down the sidewalk toward the house. To a casual observer, there was nothing especially notable about the stranger. He was fairly tall and a bit plump, and was wearing a long dark jacket with a colorful tie; a straw hat; and big, shiny black boots. He was also carrying a bulky shopping bag. He had a jolly face with an enormous smile, and he waved at the cars that occasionally passed by. One would assume that he was a new neighbor out for a stroll on this gorgeous spring afternoon, perhaps headed to the downtown market.
If anyone happened to look closer, however, they would have noticed that his boots were not just big, but extraordinarily big; his tie was polka-dot; his jolly smile was painted on; and he had beady blue eyes that darted back and forth as if searching for something.
As the stranger approached the edge of Auntie Beatrice’s property, he noticed the puppies playing alone in the backyard. It was then that his beady eyes stopped darting around and became quite large. His painted smile became even bigger. He had found what he was looking for.
Chapter one of a work in progress.
Boo, a tiny toy fox terrier puppy, led a joyful life at the home of sweet old Auntie Beatrice until the day a stranger stopped by to visit. The stranger, a disreputable clown called Rufus, steals Boo, and his carefree puppy life ends. Boo begins a new life as a performing circus dog and sidekick for Rufus’ shady scams. Rufus soon learns that he got a lot more than he bargained for, as Boo has some extraordinary abilities. Over the ensuing months the two of them have a number of bizarre adventures. An odd series of events set in motion by the theft of Boo will lead Rufus to some startling discoveries, and, to his eventual redemption.
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