Requiem for Emily
A very short story by Tbinns
Emily was truly blessed. She was clever, pretty, well mannered, well loved and well off. Her only shortcoming was a type of zoological dyslexia in which she often mistook large, angry bears for happy friendly dogs. So it was , on her ill advised nature walk that she suffered the additional indignity of having her last words on earth be “Here doggy doggy, nice doggy.”
