September 29, 2009
The Best Player On The Team
He jumps in the air. He runs and plays. What speed! It is a pleasure to watch him.
When the players gathered they knew he would come. They play for the joy of playing, they don't keep score. There aren't really any teams. They just play.
It doesn't matter if they have found a tennis ball, a frisbee, or a baseball. He has trouble with a football, so they deflate it to make it easier for him.
They have talked about him many times, and admire his skill. They think he is a German Shepherd mix. No one knows where he lives, probably on the streets and alleys.
Their name for him is Tripod. He has three legs. He can run from one end of the field to the other faster than they can and he can catch better than any of them. He's the best player they have seen. He's the best friend any of them have.
Note: This is my first attempt at a little fiction. The dog's name was the name of a raccoon in a book I read recently.
Posted by CiCi