Elly was walking Chad.
He was on a leash, and bumping along the sidewalk like the happy little work he was.
And he and Elly came across a dog.
And she and Chad ran up to said dog to pet it.
No, she didn't ask, she just did.
Soft fingers shot through the fur.
The owner, a middle aged man paused, disgruntled.
He cleared his throat, "Rascal. His—His name is Rascal."
Elly pet him affectionately with a giant smile on her face.
She took her two fingers and tapped the dog's leg twice, letting Chad know that this dog was safe to pet.
Chad shivered and slithered up the dog and around it.
"Umm—" The man was startlingly pale.
And then chad went into the dogs mouth.
And he swirled around in there while Elly and the owner held uncomfortable eye contact.
And then Chad cam out, and he and Elly resumed their walk.
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