Pick Me
by Julie Lye
The messy
bundle rolled over onto his back, legs in the air
playing dead.
He peeked at
the couple on the other side of the glass, they
hadn’t even noticed him. He began to jump up
and down as if on a pogo stick, as he jumped his
raggedy ears flopped about like a pair of pig
tails. Soon laughter filled the air, he had
looked totally ridiculous. As he’d been
‘pogoing’ not only had his ears flopped
and flailed but his tongue had almost completely
fell out of the side of his mouth as with each
bounce his head lolled to one side then the other
and throughout his messy coat undulated in mini
waves. He took up a begging stance, eyes all
doleful and paw outstretched, the laughter
subsided and an exclamation of ‘Awh, how
cute’ was uttered.
It was the
funniest picture you could imagine.
Suddenly a
huge hand appeared hovering over them, it lowered
not unlike the grab hand of one of those arcade
machines, it grasped, withdrew and delivered a
golden coloured pup to the young couple. He
hadn’t been chosen, slowly his funny little
head lowered and he sloped off to the corner with
his back to his companions and the outside world.
Since that day,
every morning when the shop opened he would sit
in the corner, head hanging low with his back to
the window. It wasn’t long before he was
alone again, all the other pups had new homes and
still nobody had picked him.
Today turned
out to be a little different, he could hear a tap,
tap, tapping noise, which he ignored, It then
became a thud, thud, thudding noise and as each
thud occurred the window pane shook a little, he
turned his head and peeked, a small girl had been
trying to attract his attention and he was about
to turn back round when he caught sight of her
face. Framed by a mass of mousy brown curly hair
which frizzed at the end she looked quite funny
but for the look of sadness and loneliness her
face expressed.
Moving away
from his corner he began to chase his tail, the
little girl stared blankly at him. Rolling over
onto his back he performed his dead dog routine,
still nothing. Finally he began his
‘pogo’ act and a broad grin erupted
across her face as she began to ‘pogo’
too. Then, she was gone.
He began to
retreat back to his corner when a huge hand came
down and clasped him around his belly. He was
flying! Flying across to where the little fuzzy
haired girl stood with her Granny.
She had picked
him, he had been chosen, now he would be loved.
The shopkeeper
had asked if the little girl had a name for him
and she’d replied, why, Pogo of course!
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