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not a movie
So in a movie, I’d land all graceful and tough and grab that little guy.
But this isn’t a movie.
I kinda land on top of him. Legs splayed like a bug on a windshield.
Not enough to smush him.
But definitely enough to annoy him.
The car spins, dips, rights itself.
“Hi,” I say. “I’m your uncle Bob.”
“If you’re my uncle, why are you trying to kill me?” he asks.
Pup has a mouth on him, for being so tiny.
“I’m saving you, dude.” I grab his scruff with my teeth.
“Ouch,” he says.
The car seesaws. I scrabble, clawing at the slick skin of the roof. My nails
make a horrible scraping sound.
It’s like trying to hug a whale.
“Can you swim?” I ask out of the side of my mouth. It’s hard to talk with a
puppy between your teeth.
“No. Can you?”
“Yes. But I suspect the degree of difficulty will go up considerably with a