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The rarely seen pack of Poodles....The poodles In The Mist.
Our saga begins with the thick soupy fog that covered Suffolk this past night like a damp, almost moldy wool blanket. Moist air hung low to the ground like a humid, heavy, dull weight. The smell of wet earth, grass and stale cow barn wafted on the air ominously on this country morn.
I watched out my window in tripidition and jumped suddenly as a raven squwked loudly, the flesh on my forearms chilled and goosebumped with anticipation. A warning possibly to the on coming pack? I wonder.
My radio signal catchers set up around the base of the Sacred Tree. They looked like childlike toys to the normal person, but actually were strong becon sensors. The transmitters honed in on the radio collars that hung around each muscled neck of the elusive pack.
Then the canine shadows could barely be seen, inching closer, closer, til they emerged from the smokey grey outer rim of the yard, stealthily, quietly, they looked in all directions.
Silently the big silver Alpha led them to the sacred tree, his black and white piebald second in commmand right beside him. The pair looking much like their cousins the wolves in the way they approached, cautious, suspicious.
The stout hearted Alpha then chuffed for the two youngest members to come forth from the bushes that he had hidden them in.
They gamboled out with the tumbling clowness that puppies cannot help but doing.
With a quick snarl and growl, the Alpha showed them to the Sacred Tree, the place that the wild blue balls roam. The object that the pack had traversed so far to obtain.
In an instinctual manner, the Alpha led the two youngest members to the the two females of the pack, trusting them into their care and to guard the Sacred Tree so the clever Blue Ball could not return to the safe confines of the lofty branches.
The glowing eyes and sensitive noses of the pack searched out the scent of the Blue Ball at the base of the Sacred tree as the older males also began their search.
The dominant female broke away from the babysitting duties, leaving the puppies in the care of the matronly female and began her search. The sleek body in complete tune with her senses as she came upon the scent and alerted the pack of her discovery.
As howls of the hunt echoed throughout the area, the pack came to realize the game was afoot.
Off in the distance the sound of shutters being closed quickly and sashes locked as the humans knew the Poodles of the Mist were hunting.
The Alpha grabbed the Blue Ball as it moved almost statically quick across the yard. The others of the pack, including the puppies got into the game as well.
Much like an english soccer match, the smaller white male leapt and bounded like a springbok antelope as he watched and then hunted with his pack. His intention was to try and get the ball from which ever pack member has it at the time.
Much to his dismay and the puppies, the Alpha and the second in command always had their razor sharp teeth embedded in the thick outer layer of the balls exterior. Not wanting to be mistaken for the elusive quarry he stood and watched along with the puppies.
