I saw this photo for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction prompt and could hear the dog talking to me.
My Cake Or Yours?
“That last cake’s mine kid. Touch it and I’ll have your fingers off!”
“Mum, mum, this dog just said he’s gong to bite me.”
“Don’t be silly dear, dogs can’t talk, now play nicely, there’s a darling.”
“Well kid, what’s it going to be, cake or fingers?”