Part 4

Part 4

Well I’ll be damned... I have nothing to do at work. I’ve been able to churn out two entries to The Red Basin, and have been pretty much free to do so all day, so I thought, it’s already a two-fer, why not try for a three-fer (which I can say, because it’s a word, weather you like it or not.) Now, last time I wrote something (about 2.30 hours ago, it was about how our Hero, or at least our Character, Noah, had been late for work, made it, on his way out, etc. Seems that he had a mix-up with a shirt or something, whatever. Not worth repeating. You’re probably sitting there like an apple thinking to yourself “Where’s The Red Basin?”, and I am in fact here to ease your thoughts. The Red Basin, however important to this tales direction, will not show up in this entry either. Unfortunately you (but not I, the creator of The Red Basin) will have to wait until the entry right after this one to see The Red Basin in action. This entry will focus on a second principal character in the Grand Skeem of Things. That character is none other than the one you were lease likely to imagine as a main character in this grand tale (no, I don’t mean Sven Ploon. What a good name though!). It’s Princess, the dog. Princess, as you well know, has been sitting in Emily’s car for the past 3 hours. Or has she (she hasn’t, by the way)? Anyways, this bitch (Princess, not your poor ol’ Aunt Myrtle) is off gallivanting, while Emily was waiting in the empty room for Noah. (I take it back, Myrtle is a bitch still, and always will be). For this entry, we begin in Emily’s car.

Take it away, Craig!

Well, here’s an unfortunate coincidence. Not only has poor princess been locked up in this car for the last 20 minutes (yes, this chapter starts BEFORE the last one ended! What skilled writing skills!) but it was 35 degrees out, and the sun was roasting the poor dog. Princess sat on the passenger seat of the small rusting car, staring out the window, begging to be let out. Her fur was beginning to get matted from the sweat, and her small crown was beginning to weigh heavily on her head (the dog wears a crown. It'll come into play later). She pressed her nose to the very top of the window, where it was opened a crack, and tried to get at some of that fresh air. No dice for poor little Princess. One last shot at getting some air, and she was sitting back on the seat, panting like a German Schoolboy (that comment there makes no sense at all). Suddenly, and out of nowhere (I mean, suddenly, from outside the car) a shadow engulfed Princess, and she looked up to see a horridly ugly face staring down through the window at her. The face was fat and hairy, and covered in what Princess would have guessed to be spicy mustard. The man (it was in fact a man, Sven Ploon, to be painfully specific) pressed his dirty face and looked at Princess through the glass. After what the terrified Princess thought was about 16 seconds (which it was) he let out a strange, low growl-like sound, sending spittle skittering down the window. Princess withdrew slightly, as the creature pressed his face harder against the glass. Princess was beginning to get afraid of this ghoul, and hopped over to the driver seat to avoid his glare. The man kept staring though, and pushing his head harder and harder against the car window, until suddenly there was a loud crash, making princess jump. The man’s face had pressed the window past its breaking point, and he plunged into the car, scattering broken glass everywhere. Princess barked at the man, who, being rather stunned, removed his bleeding head from the car and pretending to look calm and collected, strode off, whistling to himself (I believe it was the star wars theme?). He then tripped over a newspaper and fell down an uncovered manhole which was then covered up by a city worker that was doing maintenance. (I just don’t feel like talking about this bastard anymore). Princess, shaken, but not stirred, gasped at the sudden flow of cool air coming to the car. What a relief! But she still didn’t want to sit in this apparently public deathtrap anymore, so out the window she went, doing her best to avoid broken glass and bloodstains.
Princess, you see, is more than just a dog. Or at least, all dogs (and some cats) in the universe of The Red Basin are smarter and more human like than (what we think) the animals we have here in Real World Land. Princess knew some other dogs in this area of town, and was sure that Noah (whom she had learned to never expect to be on time) would be at least another two hours and forty minutes (which is exactly accurate. See? The dogs here ARE smart!). After about 5 minutes of walking down the dirty street, Princess came up to an alley that ran between an old abandoned Cold Storage building, and a large Shopping Centre (not a mall, but more of a strip-mall type place, with like a suit store or some kind of dollar mart or something). Princess strode down the alley, which became darker and darker as she went, until all those without doggy vision would be blind. She reached the end of the alley, which had an interesting carving on a large stone tablet situated next to the back wall of the Cold Storage building. After checking to see if she had been followed, Princess barked three times, and the outline of the carving began to glow, incredibly faintly, slowly increasing in luminosity until it was enough to read Bazooka Joe comics by. The carving then began giving off a low hum, which (almost like the light, only with volume) got louder and louder until it was a steady growl coming from the wall. Princess sat on her haunches, and watched the carving as it slowly slid apart, one side to the left, one to the right, revealing an opening into the side of the cold storage. Some smoke or something (for effect) gushed out of the opening, and once it had settles, a German Shepard followed closely by two Corgis strode out toward Princess. The three dogs were all suited up in fine sets of shining armor, the German Shepard wearing a tabard of fine silk, and the Corgis with helmets of dazzling silver, with large peacock plumes atop them.
“My Liege!” growled the German Shepard, ad he and his cohorts dipped into low bows.
“Arise, my soldiers, you need not bow before me. Darian, The Corgi Bros., I may be your queen, but am I not still your friend?” Princess walked up to each of them and nudged their eyes back onto her. “Come my faithful hounds, we have much to discuss.”

Oh, man. That was some fine writing, I must say. It gave me Goosebumps! Those dogs, what a team. And who would have thought that Princess was actually a queen! (I mean seriously, her name is Princess, not Queen.) And what a cliffhanger! I’m more than 100% sure that you’ll be coming back to read the next installment. It’ll be a good one. And of course, hopefully you didn’t forget that that’s the installment where The Red Basin comes into play! You did forget? You fool…. No matter, you’ll heal.
Anyways, like I said before, you just wasted your time. Now, go to bed or something.