art by Cheryl L Owen-Wilson
Not an Ordinary Dog
by Sara Puls
Testing the strength of his wings, Caddis shivered with pleasure. They felt strong and sturdy, ready for flight. And this time they'd grown in brown, just like his fur. A few days ago, before Mr. Taylor sliced them off so brutally, so inartfully, they'd been purple. Far too obvious. Maybe this time Taylor wouldn't notice at all. Or maybe he'd realize that Caddis was not an ordinary dog, that he belonged with a wizard who would teach him magic, who would let him flutter and soar.
As Caddis gave his wings another flap, the puppies in the window display began to yelp and yip. Taylor, who was asleep behind the counter, shifted, then opened his eyes and yawned. Caddis scurried into the corner of his cage and set to gnawing dumbly on a bone. Just like a proper dog should.
Taylor stood and locked eyes with Caddis. Caddis tried not to tremble or cower--that always seemed to give the man more resolve.
Taylor approached and shook the flimsy metal cage. "Get over here, Mutt. Lemme see what you're hiding."