Bulldog Chronicles

    Chapter 8: In a sterile and frigid laboratory, a tall man in a three-piece suit stood triumphantly facing a giant control panel while a six-foot rabbit dangled quietly in a cage over a boiling cauldron of water.   After what felt like an eternity for the trapped rabbit, the tall man began to saunter around the cauldron in deliberate, calculated circles. “Well, well now, Easter Bunny…you know what I am in the mood for?   Rabbit stew!” chuckled the man in the suit.   “Who are you? Why are you doing this?” cried the Easter Bunny.   “What have I ever done to you?”      “What have you done to me? You have ruined my sales! Collapsed my empire! Pushed me out of the market! Ring any bells, Mister?” screamed the man in the suit.    “Your empire?” the Easter Bunny asked, his paws grasping the bars of the cage as he pushed his innocent nose through his tiny prison to get a better glimpse of his captor.   ...

            Chapter 7      It was the bottom of the ninth.   The Kentucky Jaguars were up by one run, but the Nashville Manifolds had the bases loaded with no outs.    The Jaguars pitcher, Skipper Magee, had pitched 8 great innings, but now he was fading, giving up a double and two walks at the worse possible time. Jaguars manager, Diggy Davis, called time out and walked to the mound.    As he made his way across the perfectly manicured grass, his eyes found their way to the bullpen across the field and he touched his left arm. That could only mean on thing: Bulldog White would climb the mound to close out the game. When he reached the mound, Diggy held out his hand to take the ball from Skipper. He slapped the hard working pitcher on the rear and patted his head as he told him “good game, Kid”.   The crowd cheered as Diggy exited the field, but the sounds of appreciation for Skip...

     Chapter 6   “Will you hurry up Fred?!!” barked Bulldog between gritted teeth. The rain was softly sprinkling on Bulldog’s face, and he could feel the ground beneath his back begin to grow soft with mud. His arms were beginning to tire, having been stretched from his body for the last hour. The ropes around his ankles were making his feet go numb. As he gazed at the white puffs of lazy clouds nimbly moving over his head, his eyes shifted focus to the cliff directly above him. His time was running out.   “Hey, I am chewing as fast as I can,” said Fred, “I only have one set of teeth.”*    “This is the last time I try to haggle with the natives,” Bulldog said, his eyes fixed on the nefarious group of leprechauns gathering next to a massive boulder on top of the cliff.     “Look Fred,” ordered Bulldog, “if you don’t hurry up, you’ll have to ship me home in an envelope...

 Chapter 5: The two women were all in black with a gun belt around their waists.   They high fived each other, getting past all the security systems was a breeze. “This has got to be the best haul we’ve had so far,” said Mary triumphantly.    “You bet!” smiled Bethany, “We can live on easy street for 10 years with this job.”    As they were carefully concluding the heist, bags packed and just a few more surfaces to wipe down for prints, the Sisters heard a creaking noise in the ceiling. They tiptoed cautiously underneath the noise and examined the ceiling closely. Suddenly, the ceiling tiles gave way and a figure came tumbling to the ground in front of them.   Mary and Bethany sighed, looked at each other and said in unison, “Bulldog!”    “That’s right ladies. Good to see you again,” Bulldog quipped with a wink.    “The last time we saw you,” sneered Bethany, “yo...

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