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.


Ina in Alaska said...

I was relieved this was a fiction! Sweet short story. xoxo

Sunshine said...

love the story.... well done.. will wait for another one.


Brian Miller said...

actually a lovely story...we have a tripod in our town...he was hit by a car, but gets around well. funny kids do gravitate toward him, i wonder if they see him as are so accepting that way.

Margie said...

Oh, I really liked this story.
Very good!

Thanks for sharing it and keep on with the writing.


otin said...

I thought it was real! I guess that means it is good! I was convinced, and I felt sorry for the three legged dog, but not depressed sorry!

Ronda Laveen said...

Good job, TB. He sounds like a valuable player.

Joanna Jenkins said...

I totally thought it was true. Great story.

heartinsanfrancisco said...

But how is he at bat?

Very cute story. Don't stop!