I was about ten years old and my brother, Al, had friend over. We had played football for about an hour, but the sun was setting. We now sat in a circle and talked.
Suddenly, I had an idea. I asked the question, “Why do dogs have tails?” At first, the boys looked at me like I lost my mind. Ideas were, however, forming in my head. I began to talk of a time when dogs didn’t have tails. One puppy felt incomplete and began a journey to see the wizard to ask him for a tail. When the cats heard about his plan, they sent their assassins to prevent his success. Lions, tigers, and cougars first started individual attacks, but eventually combined forces to conduct an all-out assault on the puppy and his friends. I don’t remember many details about the story, but I remember I had goose-bumps as I told it. I also had the boy’s attention throughout. It occurred to me after I finished the story, when the wizard awarded all dogs tails, that I was a writer.
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