Big Orange Starts the Death Match
5…. 4…. Big Orange Rising The seconds, minutes, and hours, without sun, darted in a flash for the entire clan. The rocky sand from the South China Sea dotted Sheppy's black fur from nose to tail. The homes near Sheppy protected with brick, and sometimes concrete. Most of the protectors had serviced their inhabitants for nearly a century. The sand failed to attach to the yellow spot under Sheppy's stomach. His ribs stuck out far enough to nearly mix the yellow and white. White seeds of wisdom plotted Sheppy's feeder's head. The time without sun crashed into another morning for his gentle soul topped in white. Twenty three stairs above it all, the moisture from his bristles stuck to its cotton square. Outside, the light turned off, and turned back on. Neither signaled his bristles' nemesis to take a pause. Big Orange blasted her disruptions for all to see, but each with a different imp...