Friday, April 6, 2012

Trouble On The Wind



They were late. Rex sniffed at the cool morning air with justifiable concern. None of the delegates were here yet and they should have been. There was far too much at stake here for problems now. Too many lives had been lost and too much suffering remained.

The location had been chosen with exquisite care. Isolated enough to guarantee security for all, it also ensured there would be no interruptions.

His keen nose failed to detect any scent of either the representatives of the Canine Confederation or the Feline Hegemony. There would be no armistice signed today. War must continue. 

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