Flash Fiction #302 – The Most Best

Flash Fiction #302 – The Most Best

My tail thumps to the tennis ball beating inside of me.

The most beautiful,

the most wonderful,

the most best,

the most coolest creature that has ever existed is home!

He walks so wondrously on two legs, but sacrifices his magnificent height to scratch behind my ears.

I kick my leg because it makes him cough a funny howl!

He pushes water from his eyes a lot lately. And I give it back with my tongue. How does he not know? How does he not know?

He is the most beautiful, most magical being in our world.