Wednesday, July 27, 2016

McScruff: Top Secret Agent by Grandma Beans Chapter 9

Chapter 9

   Scruffy snarled and growled at the bulldogs and the evil fox. Without thinking of the consequences, he flung himself at them. He karate chopped everyone and everything. He spun around and whirled. He punched the air with his fists.
   “Hiiii-yah!” Scruffy kicked Fluffy in his chest and knocked him down.
   Ralph threw broken crates to the right and left clearing a path to Scruffy.
   Faux Paw ran for the door dragging Belle by her collar. Scruffy saw her face contort with pain, but she didn’t cry.
   As Ralph came for him, Scruffy dove between his legs. He almost made it to the door when Fluffy grabbed him by the neck and threw him down snarling and growling.
   The evil fox threw Belle into the back of the white panel truck and locked the door down. He jumped into the driver’s seat and turned the key. The motor made a grinding sound but wouldn’t start.
   Scruffy knew he had to act fast. He couldn’t let that truck leave the farm. His mind filled with more ninja pictures and his body took over. He knocked Fluffy’s legs out from under him and flipped him over in one move.
   Ralph came at Scruffy with his teeth bared, his ears flat against his head.
   Scruffy picked Fluffy up by his hind leg and swung him around and around. He let go and Fluffy flew right into Ralph knocking them both out cold.
   The truck started up with a bang. Scruffy burst out of the barn doors as the truck shifted into gear.
   Scruffy growled. “Oh no you don’t! You’re not getting away if I can help it!” He grabbed ahold of the rear bumper with his teeth and dug in his heels.
   The wheels spun as Scruffy dug himself in deeper. Dirt flipped him in the face, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t going to let go, no matter what.
   Faux Paw furiously turned the steering wheel back and forth. The front wheels of the truck lifted off the ground .
   Sirens sounded in the distance. Scruffy held tighter than ever, but how long could he last?
   Faux Paw shifted into reverse. The truck lurched backwards and ran right over Scruffy. He fell off the bumper. Faux Paw ground the gears into first and the truck jumped forward.
   Two police cars and the dog catcher squealed to a stop blocking the exit to the farm. The truck spun out of control into the center car crashing to a stop.
T   rusty came running from one of the police cars. “Scruffy, dude, what were you thinking?”
   “What are you doing here, Trusty?” Scruffy could barely keep his eyes open.
   “When Belle never came home, I thought maybe you were telling the truth this time.”
   “You believe me now? But how did you know where to find us?”
   “The GPS in Belle’s collar.”
   Scruffy’s brow wrinkled. “You have to save her. She’s in the back of that truck,” he whispered. “She has a broken leg and it’s all my fault.”
   “We’ll take care of her. In the meantime, stay with me dude. The ambulance is coming.”
   The German Shepherds opened the cab of the truck with their tasers set to stun. Faux Paw had disappeared. The Police dogs tore out the seat and the floor mats looking for him. He was gone.
   “No!” Scruffy wanted to howl but only managed a whisper. He tried to move. He had to get up. He had to find Faux Paw. The Police let him get away.
   The shepherds released all the dogs from the back of the truck.
   The last thing Scruffy saw was Belle leaning over him.
   “You’re a hero, Scruff! You saved us all!”
    Everything faded to black like someone pulling the down the blind in a window.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

McScruff:Top Secret Agent by Grandma Beans Chapter 8


 Chapter 8

   “It’s ok, Belle,” Scruffy whispered. “I’m just pretending. How’s your leg?”
   “It hurts like crazy, but I think I can drag it.”
   “We need a plan to get us out of here. Faux Paw is going to sell these dogs to the lab.”
   “Faux Paw?” Belle sat down next to Scruffy. “We suspected as much. That’s why I was having brunch with him. You almost blew my cover.”
   “What do you mean ‘we,' and 'your cover'?”
   “I’ll explain later. Why is he going to sell these dogs to the lab?”
   “Getting rid of the evidence, I suppose. He’s looking for some sort of magic chip. He tested all the dogs. So far, none of them have it.”
   “Why not just let them go?”
   “He can’t send them back, plus he can make a few bucks.”
   “That’s horrible.” Belle unbuckled her collar and pulled a big pin from the lining.
   “What’s that?”
   “Haven’t you ever seen a lock pick before?” She put her paw through the slats of the crate and angled the pick into the lock. Belle wiggled it back and forth. After two clicks the padlock fell open.
   Scruffy’s mouth hung open this time.
   “You’re not the only one with skills.” Belle pulled the lock off the door. “Speaking of skills, how did you tie Fluffy up so fast?”
   “I don’t know. It was like watching a video in my head then my body took over.”
   “Hmm . . .” Belle’s forehead wrinkled.
   Ralph and Fluffy came back, grabbed another crate, and took it out to the truck.
   “Now what?” Scruffy asked.
   “We need to rescue the rest of these dogs.” Belle looked around the barn. “It looks like more than half got away.”
   “We don’t know how many they caught outside.”
   “Good point. We have to keep them busy until we can get the other dogs out of the truck. Get the rest of the crates open. Take this in case there are more padlocks.” Belle handed him the lock pick.
   Scruffy looked at the pick, then at Belle. “I don’t know what to do with this.”
   “I have a feeling you didn’t know how to tie up Fluffy either. You’ll figure it out.” Belle held the door open for him. “I’ll stay in the cage since my leg is useless. Release the other dogs, but watch out for Ralph and Fluffy.”
   Scruffy nodded. He quietly closed the pen door and climbed down the other crates.  He opened doors, unlocked locks, and hid when the henchmen returned. He managed to get some of the dogs out two and three at a time. He had to be careful and quick. Ralph and Fluffy weren’t the brightest dogs he’d ever met, but they’d figure it out all too soon.
   The barn door squeaked. Scruffy dove behind the bale of hay expecting the henchmen. In walked Faux Paw with his fancy gold bling. He held a mirror in one paw, admiring himself while he twirled his big, black mustache with his other paw.
   “I should’ve rescued Belle first. Rats!” Scruffy shook his fist.
His nose started to itch. He held his breath, he covered his mouth, and he tried pinching the skin under his nose. It worked for a little while then “Ka-blooey!”
   The sneeze exploded with such force that it threw Scruffy backwards against the wall. Slivers of hay from the loft above rained down on him. Poor Scruffy, his eyes watered and he sneezed twenty times.
   Belle rolled her eyes.
   “Quick, load up the rest of the crates!” Faux Paw barked.
Ralph and Fluffy stopped and went straight for Scruffy.
   “Don’t bother with him.” Faux Paw held Belle by her collar. “He won’t do anything as long as we have his little Fifi.”
   “Put her down!” Scruffy used his deepest, toughest bark. “Put her down NOW!”
   “Or you’ll do what, exactly?” Faux Paw grinned from ear to ear.
   Scruffy’s temperature rose. His paws formed fists.
   “Don’t do anything stupid, please don’t do anything stupid,” Belle whispered.

Monday, July 4, 2016

The Washington Monument



Construction began in 1848. The Cornerstone laid. It was inaugurated and open to the public in 1888. The capstone is made from aluminum and has four faces. On the east face is the inscription is "Laus Deo," "Praise be to God."

This is a monument to the Father of our Country.
Here is his prayer for us:
Almighty God,
We make our earnest prayer that Thou wilt keep the United States in Thy holy protection; that Thou wilt incline the hearts of the citizens to cultivate a spirit of subordination and obedience to government; and entertain a brotherly affection and love for one another and for their fellow citizens of the United States at large. And finally, that Thou wilt most graciously be pleased to dispose us all to justice, to love mercy, and to demean ourselves with that charity, humility, and pacific temper of mind which were the characteristics of the Divine Author of our blessed religion, and without a humble imitation of whose example in these things we can never hope to be a happy nation. Grant our supplication, we beseech Thee through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen.


Sunday, July 3, 2016

The Lincoln Memorial

The Lincoln Memorial
 As I stood at the foot of the Lincoln Memorial I was overwhelmed by the greatness of this man. Tears welled up in my eyes and I knew I stood on hallowed ground.

I hold President Lincoln in the highest esteem along with our founding fathers and feel humbled by their sacrifices.

"The people of the United States are the rightful master of both Congress and the courts, not to overthrow the Constitution, but to overthrow the men who pervert the constitution."
--Abraham Lincoln

"You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. You cannot strengthen prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot lift the wage earner up by pulling the wage payer down. You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred. You cannot build character and courage by taking away people's initiative and independence. You cannot help people permanently by doing for them what they could and should do for themselves."--Abraham Lincoln
The Gettysburg Address