A little treasure

I was looking through my files on our old and decrepit computer and stummbled upon this unfinished treasure...




The president suspected something was wrong. He was soon proven correct. Out of the darkness came a deep droning sound. The sound of the didgeridoo. the president turned his head to face the sound. His eyes enlarged “No” he gasped. The whole hill in front of him seemed to move. Soon the sound of the didgeridoo was overpowered by the sound of tiny, barking dogs. The president suddenly realized the threat of a Chihuahua invasion wasn’t a joke.

”Mr. President!!” cried the body guard, “we gotta move!!!!”
“I don’t believe it,” whispered the president. There always were strange death threats to the president but this… this was absurd!! How could an innocent Chihuahua farmer do, this?!

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The head of the secret service, Agent Smith, breathed a sigh of relief when they had finally reached the Boeing 747 that served as Air Force One. He lost one man to the deranged Chihuahuas. Smith was still in shock over the hole incident. The man had shown great potential as a member of the secret service. He shivered at the thought. How could his best agent be dead? “Not even James Bond was invincible,” he thought.

Smith couldn’t sleep. Imagages of the swarming canines continued to flash through his mind. The screams were the worst. He could still hear them. Somehow he the crowd managed to be heard over the deafening yipping of the chihuahuas. And that other noise. That lone drone, what the hell was that…

...

The room was dark. How interesting, a room with no corners, an oval office. What person would design such a room? A person similair to the ones who killed Maria. Those villians, they will know fear! They will know pain.