I wrote a haiku to try to express my feelings about the suffering dogs of Trash Island. It is also about nature, love, friendship, eternity, and a black owl. I call it: Atari's Lantern.
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And...
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We would have dropped dead in a week or less without that nourishment. We were dying. Do you judge us for that?
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Part Four: "Atari's Lantern." Not fair!
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Who told you that dirty lie?
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Master Atari, are you willing to accept my brother Chief as new bodyguard-dog in personal service to you, former ward to the mayoral-household?
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Follow me!
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- How did you do that? - Secret tooth! Military issue! Technically, I could do it 37 more times, but I wouldn't be able to chew my meat!
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Nobody care.
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I'm not doing this because you commanded me to. I'm doing it- because I feel sorry for you.
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I don't sit.
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No.
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You're disobedient! Sit!
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Yes. We understand. He has news from the Metropolitan Dumping-Grounds. - Metropolitan... - Shh! Quiet, please.
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Spots, whoever he is, might be alive, and he might be dead, but one thing's for sure: he's nowhere around here. He's not in the dog-community. There's probably another 500 Japanese hectares of unmapped waste-land on Trash Island at least. Where do we start? Also, the mental health question: maybe it's because of that propeller-clutch stuck in the side of his head I can't say, I'm not a doctor, but I think The Little Pilot's got a screw loose.
