Thoracic Animus (15)

   
   "Thoracic Animus (15)"
    
   Harry departed back to his inter-dimensional craft, and blasted off; then, Mutt awoke next to the orange glow of the campfire, his Uncle and Tanya still snoozing sweetly. 
   Mutt had felt a visitation of sorts.  A need for change.  An acceptance for his hypersensitivity, not in a political sense, but all the locomotion and commotion of Internet and people traffic, since women can't keep their legs together, and men can't make their own love, innocently.
   Therefore, Mutt woke Buckwheat from his depressed and restless slumber; next, the twosome made an exodus from the woods of Eastern Dakota, knowing Tanya and Uncle would be just dandy, doing what they wanted to do in life--you should always do what you want in life, unless it's sadistic.
   So, Mutt and his depressed dog thumbed it back into town, and he decided to investigate newspaper delivery, even though print media was dying, but the smell of dead squids and freshly cut lumber always inspire the most remembered activity to get spirited within, and do something about this shitty world, like take the Eucharist, and get a crossbow for the Brown Bear's sometimes curious kill factor, especially if it's a migrating Kodiak.