The Dinosaur Christmas Story - Part 6


The great Frank Gotch. Many believe he was the best wrestler of all time. I wonder how he would have done against the mysterious Masked Man in our Christmas story?

 
This is part 6 of the Dinosaur Christmas story
for 2018. If you missed parts 1 - 5, scroll on
down and read them first!

Part 1

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-1.html

Part 2

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-2.html

Part 3

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-3.html


Part 4

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-4.html

Part 5

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-5.html


And now, without further ado, here's Part 6 of the story. Sit
down, buckle up, strap in, and get ready for a wild ride.

The Masked Man's Christmas (Part 6)

The match became a war that raged back and forth
across the ring, with the fans roaring the entire
time.

And then -- it happened.

At the 40 minute mark, the two men separated,
bounced backward into the ropes and hurled
themselves across the ring.

They hit with smashing force in the center of the
ring.

Dazed, both men swayed, waving their arms to keep
their balance.

The masked man seemed to have gotten the worse of
it. He shook his head, trying desperately to clear
the cobwebs.

Seizing his opportunity, the champ dropped back
against the ring ropes, using them like a
slingshot -- and launched himself like a missile,
right hand raised to deliver a crushing blow.

The fans screamed in anticipation.

The champ swung with all his might --

--but missed!

The masked man ducked, and the powerful punch went
whistling over his head.

In the same motion, he drove forward, sliding behind
the champ -- and slapped on a sleeper hold.

The champ struggled wildly -- but the masked man held
him in a vice-like grip in the center of the ring.

"How much is he paying you to break my leg?" whispered
the masked man.

"Ack --gargh -- ughkk . . ." sputtered the champ.

"Whatever it was, it wasn't enough," whispered the masked
man.

The champ waved his arms weakly.

"I should break your neck right now," said the masked
man. "But it's Christmas Eve, so I won't. Consider
yourself lucky.

The champ's eyes went wide with fear -- and then they
closed. His knees sagged, his body went limp, and the
masked man loosened his grip and let him fall to the
mat. He rolled him over, placed one huge hand on his
chest, and motioned to the referee.

The ref didn't know what to do. There was no way to
stop the match. it. All he could do was sell the finish
and hope the promoter could work it out later on.

He dropped down and began the count.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

And just like that, there was a new champion.

The referee walked to the side of the ring and motioned
to the time-keeper, who handed him the championship
belt. He turned and handed it to the masked man.

Pete and his fellow officers stepped close to the ring,
forming a human shield, and escorted the new champion
back to his dressing room.

This time there was no riot. The crowd was too stunned by
what they had seen. They sat in their seats, eyes bulging,
as the ring doctor worked frantically to revive the fallen
man.

But the promoter knew what to do. He ran back to the
dressing room, grabbed Pete by the arm, and pointed
toward the door.

"Arrest that man!" he said. "He's trying to steal my
championship belt!"

"Steal it? He won it fair and square! That's not stealing!"

"No, you don't understand. We had a deal! I have a contract!
He was supposed to lose!"

"Let me see the contract!"

The promoter handed the paper to him.

"Who signed it?" asked Pete.

"HE did!"

"Are you sure that's his real name? I'm no lawyer, but I
know a contract's not binding if it's not signed with your
real name."

"Of course it's his name. Who else would it be?"

"That's the name of some kid that used to live here," said
Pete. "His parents died in a fire. He grew up in the county
home. Left years ago. No one's seen him since."

"Maybe it's him!"

"Or maybe not!"

"But what am I gonna do?" asked the promoter. "He has my belt!
Those are real diamonds, damn it!"

"Maybe if you ask nice, he'll give it back to you," said Pete.

The promoter threw the contract on the floor, cursed, and
stepped to the door.

"If you won't do anything, I'll handle this myself!" he said.

Pete waited until the promoter was just beginning to turn the
doorknob -- and then he spoke.

His voice was soft, his tone mild -- but his words cracked like
a whip.

"You might want to reconsider," he said. "He knows you paid the
champ to break his leg."

The promoter stopped dead in his tracks. The blood drained from
his face, and his hand slipped from the doorknob.

"What did you say?"

Pete repeated it.

"I don't -- I don't know what -- what you're talking about,"
sputtered the promoter.

"I could always ask the champ," said Pete. "The old champ, I
mean."

"Ask him whatever you like," said the promoter. "He won't talk."

"He might," said Pete. "Especially when I ask him why he has an
envelope with an even thousand bucks in $20 bills in his suit
pocket. That sort of sounds like getting paid for some kind of
special job -- unless you're gonna tell me you paid him his
share of the gate already -- before you had time to total it
and add in the concessions sales -- and it just happened that
his percentage worked out to an even thousand clams."

"That was -- that was a Christmas bonus!"

Pete nodded slowly.

"Maybe," he replied. "We'll see."

The promoter sagged against the concrete wall.

"Look, you gotta help me get my belt back," he said. "Go talk
to him. Work out some deal. Tell him he can keep one of the
diamonds. Hell, let him keep two of the diamonds. I don't care!
I can replace them with glass. It doesn't matter. But I need
that belt back -- and I need him out of the territory --
right now. And we can all forget about this -- this
misunderstanding."

"Stay here," said Pete. "I'll see what I can do."

CHRISTMAS MORNING

The kids in the county home always had oatmeal porridge
and dry toast for breakfast. Some of them couldn't remember
ever having anything else. Not even on Christmas. There
wasn't enough money for anything else.

But this morning was different.

They woke to the smell of bacon and eggs, ham slices, pancakes
with real maple syrup, and fresh buttermilk biscuits with real
butter and strawberry jam.

They threw on their clothes and raced downstairs -- and stopped
in amazement.

"What are those?" cried one of the youngest boys.

"They're presents!" said one of the girls.

Presents!

Some of them had never had a Christmas present before.

They tore into the packages wildly, some laughing, some
crying, and some afraid to believe it was real.

You can buy a lot of presents (and a lot of food) with a
couple of small diamonds -- and you can even open a
bank account and make a nice deposit in an interest
bearing account that helps put food on the table for
a long, long time.

Pete stepped into the room, carrying a small yellow
puppy with a red ribbon.

"Who wants a puppy?" he asked.

"WE DO!" they shouted in unison -- and just like that,
the little yellow puppy had a new home and the biggest
and best family a dog could want.

One of the boys held out his hands, and Pete handed
the puppy to him. The boy smiled as he held the
puppy -- and then began to cry softly as the puppy
licked his face.

The other kids crowded around, each wanting to hold
the little bundle of fur.

The boy handed the puppy to one of the girls, wiped his
eyes, and looked up at Pete.

"Thank you, officer," he said. "Thanks for everything!"

Pete paused for a second, not trusting his voice. There
was a lump in his throat the size of a piano.

"Don't thank me," he said. "Thank Frankie."

"Who's Frankie?" asked the boy.

Pete considered his answer for several seconds.

"He's just a little kid who went through some hard times
and came out okay," he said.

The boy considered the answer carefully.

"Did you know him?" he asked. "I mean -- did you
know him when he was a boy?"

Pete nodded.

"He was my best friend," he said.

"Did he live here?"

Pete nodded again.

"He lived here," he said. "So did I."

The little boy nodded in understanding.

"I thought so," he said.

"Ten years for me," said Pete. "A little longer for him."

The other children raced by, laughing merrily as they
chased the little yellow puppy around the room.

The boy looked up at Pete.

"Are you staying for breakfast?" he asked.

"Of course I am, said Pete. "It's Christmas!"

The boy held out his hand. Pete took it in his, and they
walked to the heavily-laden breakfast table.

THE END

Note: That ends the 2018 Dinosaur Christmas story.

I hope you enjoyed it -- and I wish you, your friends,
and loved ones a very Merry Christmas and a Happy,
Healthy and Prosperous New Year!

Yours in Strength,

Brooks Kubik

The Dinosaur Christmas Story - Part 5

Bob Hoffman performs a hip-lift with the World's Largest Dumbbell - while it's owner, Warren Lincoln Travis, watches intently. I don't know about you, but I think that 2,000 pound dumbbell would make a heck of a nice Christmas present - except it would be a heck of a lot of work for Santa, the elves and the reindeer!

Note: This post is Part 5 in the 2018 Dinosaur
Christmas story - and things are starting to heat
up.

If you missed Parts 1 - 4, be sure to read them first;
after all, it's a story, and you need to start at the
beginning:

Part 1

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-1.html

Part 2

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-2.html

Part 3

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-3.html


Part 4

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-4.html

And now, without further ado, let's go back
to the action . . . .

The Masked Man's Christmas (Part 5)

"So how about it?" asked the promoter. "One more
match before you leave town -- a special championship
match on Christmas Eve?"

The masked man paused and thought it over.

"Who wins?" he asked.

The promoter chuckled.

"Why -- the champ, of course! It's a Loser Leave Town
Match. You're leaving town. The champ's staying."

"How do we play it?"

"You guys do whatever you want for 30 or 40 minutes.
Get lots of heat going. I want the fans going crazy.
And then you give him one of those great big body
slams you do -- but don't knock him out, okay?"

"What then?"

"You slap on the old figure four leg-lock while he's
lying there stunned -- but he reverses it -- and that's
how he wins!"

"That sounds easy enough."

"The fans will love it! Just sell it really good. Make
them think he's broke your leg."

"They'll like that, won't they?"

"Absolutely! You're the most hated man in the territory!"

The masked man nodded. He was used to being hated
wherever he went.

"Give me the contract," he said.

The promoter slid the standard sheet of paper across the desk.

The masked man read it carefully -- and then signed it.

He handed the paper back to the promoter.

"There you go," he said.

The promoter took the contract, glanced at the signature, and
smiled in satisfaction.

"Is that your real name?" he asked.

The masked man shrugged.

"Maybe," he said.

"I knew a guy with that name once. He lived down the street.
Something happened when he was a kid -- what was it?"

"Must have been something pretty bad if you remember it after
all these years."

"Yeah, it must have been. Heck, I remember. It was a fire. That's
right, a fire. Killed his parents. He and his brother ended up
in the county home. He stayed there until he finished school, I
think."

"Most kids in the county home don't finish school."

"Yeah, but this guy was different. Big guy. Real strong. Used
to work out all the time. Played football. Wrestled, too. He
was pretty good at it. All Conference."

"What happened to him?"

"He joined the army, I think. Or maybe the Marines."

"Ever see him again?"

"Nope. Guy's never come back."

"Some guys never do."

"Yeah, I guess that's right."

The promoter sat back in his chair and looked at his watch. He
had another meeting scheduled in five minutes.

"So -- we're all set, right?"

The masked man nodded.

"Yeah, sure," he said.

He stood up and walked to the door -- then stopped, and turned
back to the promoter.

"They say that championship belt is made of real gold -- with
real diamonds. Is that true?"

"It's true. It's the best damn belt anywhere. I had it made
special."

"You think maybe I could look at it -- or even just hold it?
After the match, I mean."

The promoter looked back with a twisted smile.

"Sure, pal -- you can do whatever you want to do -- after the
match is over."

"Thanks."

"If you feel up to it, I mean."

The masked man nodded, opened the door, and left the promoter
sitting behind him.


LATER -- ON CHRISTMAS EVE --


As Pete walked to his squad car, he passed a Salvation Army
volunteer, standing in back of his kettle, ringing his bell
and calling "Merry Christmas" to everyone who passed by --
and a "Thank you!" to everyone who tossed a coin into the
kettle.

"Hey, Pete -- you got a second?"

"Sure, Bill -- what's up?"

"I gotta tell you about something -- something I heard."

"What is it?"

"You know that masked wrestler -- the guy that's been knocking
everyone out? The one that started the riot last week?"

"What about him?"

"Well, two things. First off, I know who he is. And I know
him. So do you. We were all in the Home together."

Pete's jaw dropped in amazement.

"Of course!" he said. "It's Frankie! That's how he knew my name!"

"Well, there's something else."

"What?"

"You know the big match tonight at the auditorium? Where Frankie's
wrestling the Champ?"

"Sure, I'm heading over there right now. They're expecting the
biggest crowd ever."

"Yeah, while I heard some guys talking about it -- the promoter
is paying the Champ to break his leg!"

"Break which leg?"

"No, he's paying him to break Frankie's leg!"

Pete swore under his breath.

"The hell he is!" he said.

"No, really -- that's the plan. They have it all figured out. Some
special ending where Frankie is working him over -- and then he
fights back and gets Frankie in some kind of leg hold -- and they
told Frankie to make like the Champ breaks his leg -- but they're
gonna do it for real. Break his leg, I mean!"

Peter shook his head.

"No, they're not!" he promised.

He slammed his hands together. It sounded like an explosion.

"Come on!" he said, grabbing the kettle and turning toward the
squad car. "We gotta go find Frankie!"

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

P.S. I had planned on finishing the story in 5 installments, but
we're running over -- so be looking for part 6 later in the day!

P.S. 2. Yes, we're open -- and taking orders. You can find us at the
usual place:

http://www.brookskubik.com/products.html

We can't get hard-copy orders to you in time for Christmas -
but if you're looking for some great books and courses with
immediate electronic delivery, take a look at our PDF and
Kindle products.

The PDF's are printable, so you can order them - print them -
and BOOM - instant presents! 

You can find the links right here:

http://www.brookskubik.com/products.html

BEFORE YOU LEAVE . . .

Here's another easy way to do some last minute Christmas shopping - or to find something to read while you're traveling "over the river and through the snow" to wherever it is that you're going this year.

We have more than 25 Dinosaur Training books and courses in the Kindle bookstore - here are several of them - head on over and take a look at the others:







 
For even more Kindle books by Brooks Kubik, visit:








































The Dinosaur Christmas Story - Part 4


World champion Lou Thesz has his opponent in some serious trouble - I hope our masked man stays out of trouble as we continue our Christmas story!


Note: This is part 3 of the 2018 Dinosaur
Christmas story. If you missed parts 1 and 2,
they're posted on the Dinosaur Training Blog;
be sure to read them first to follow the story
in the proper sequence.

Part 1

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-1.html

Part 2

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-2.html

Part 3

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-3.html

Also, if you want to place a Christmas Order,
do it now! Things are down to the wire --
no time to get a hard copy order to you before
the big day - but you can always order some of
our PDF courses - or the Dinosaur Files newsletter
in PDF format. Just print them out - and BOOM -
instant presents:

http://www.brookskubik.com/products.html

Our Kindle books also make great last-minute
presents. See the links after the story for our
Kindle books - we have over 25 of them now,
so there are lots to choose from!

And now, let's get on with the story . . . . things are
getting exciting . . . and that wrestling promoter is
starting to become a real jerk . . . .


The Masked Man's Christmas (Part 4)

The wrestling promoter slammed his hand down on the
table.

"I don't care how much damage those crazy fans did
last week!" he shouted. "This match will pay for all
of it and more!"

"Do you think?" asked the man who owned the
auditorium.

"I KNOW it! The fans hate him. They'll fill the seats
to see him get beat!"

"I don't know. Last time was a mess. It took forever to
clean up."

The third man at the table laughed.

"We'll charge double the usual for the tickets," he said.
"We'll be the ones who clean up!"

"Can you do that?" asked the auditorium manager.

"Who's gonna stop us? The Commission? I don't think
so! Not with what we've got on them!"

"It doesn't seem right doing that on Christmas Eve!"

"That's the whole point! There's never before in the
whole history of wrestling been a Championship match on
Christmas Eve. Not here, not in New York, not anywhere!"

"Yeah, but do you think they'll come? I mean, it's
Christmas Eve -- and people have stuff to do -- and they
want to be home with their families!"

The promoter shook his head.

"Nuts to that!" he said. "They want to see the mystery man
beat within an inch of his life. They want to see him busted
up. Maybe see his leg get broke. That's what we gotta give
them!"

"On Christmas Eve?" asked the auditorium manager.

"Why the hell not?"

"But it's Christmas Eve!"

"Right, and it's gonna be Christmas a day early for us when
we pack the place like sardines in a can!"

"At double the usual price!" added the third man.

"Right!" said the promoter.

"And you promise you'll cover any damage if there's another
riot?" asked the auditorium owner.

"Of course I will," said the promoter.

"Put it in writing!" demanded the owner.

He pulled out his standard contract and shoved it across the table.
The promoter signed the document without reading it, and flipped it
back to the owner.

"There's your signature," he said.

The owner nodded. He took the contract, put it into a big yellow
envelope, and put the envelope into his safe.

He closed the door of the safe, spun the dial on the combination,
and turned back to the other men.

"Are you really gonna break his leg?"

The two men smirked and exchanged quick sideways glances.

"Not us! We won't do it!"

"But you'll tell the Champ to do it."

The promoter shook his head.

"You misunderstand me. I don't tell the Champ to do anything. It's
just that sometimes -- in a big match -- things happen."

The other man nodded.

"Things happen," he said.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .


BEFORE YOU LEAVE . . .

Here's another easy way to do some last minute Christmas shopping - or to find something to read while you're traveling "over the river and through the snow" to wherever it is that you're going this year.

We have more than 25 Dinosaur Training books and courses in the Kindle bookstore - here are several of them - head on over and take a look at the others:







 
For even more Kindle books by Brooks Kubik, visit:






































The Dinosaur Christmas Story - Part 3


My newest Kindle book has been setting records right and left - it's been a no. 1 best seller, a triple top 10 best seller and a no. 1 New release in 5 different categories in the Kindle bookstore!

Note: This is part 3 of the 2018 Dinosaur
Christmas story. If you missed parts 1 and 2,
they're posted on the Dinosaur Training Blog;
be sure to read them first to follow the story
in the proper sequence.

Part 1

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-1.html

Part 2

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-2.html

Also, if you want to place a Christmas Order,
do it now! Things are down to the wire --
no time to get a hard copy order to you before
the big day - but you can always order some of
our PDF courses - or the Dinosaur Files newsletter
in PDF format. Just print them out - and BOOM -
instant presents.

Our Kindle books also make great last-minute
presents.See the links below for our Kindle books -
we have over 25 of them now, so there are lots to
choose from!

That said, let's get on with the story . . . . things are
really starting to heat up . . . .


The Masked Man's Christmas (Part 3)

The little yellow puppy searched up and down
the alley without finding anything to eat.

He stopped in front of a big trash can. From
inside the steel can, he could smell someone's
table scraps -- meat, potatoes, and a steak
bone.

He stood up on his back legs and tried to
scramble up the side of the trash can.

He made it half way, then slid back down to
the dirt.

He tried again.

Same result.

A third time.

Again, no luck.

He sat down, staring upward, his nose twitching
at the tantalizing food smells. He was hungrier
than ever.

He was so hungry that he never heard the crunch
of the heavy footsteps behind him.

A dark shadow fell across the alley, and a huge
man stood above him.

"What are you doing here all alone out in the cold?"
the man asked.

The puppy turned and looked up.

"Are you lost?"

The puppy stood on all four legs, and wagged his tail.

The man leaned forward, reached down, and picked the
the puppy up, cradling him in two powerful arms.

"What's your name, boy? Do you have any tags?"

He gently felt around the puppy's neck.

"No tags -- no collar -- your ribs are poking right
out your sides -- you're either lost or abandoned!"

The puppy answered by burrowing deeper into the
man's coat.

"You're cold, too! How long have you been out here?"

There was no answer. But that didn't matter. The big man
already knew the answer.

"Well, come with me, boy. I know where to find you a
nice steak dinner."

He held the puppy gently but firmly, walked to the
front of alley, turned to the right and headed down Main
Street.

At the corner, they passed a Salvation Army volunteer
standing in front of his big black kettle and ringing his
bell.

"Merry Christmas!" he cried. "Merry Christmas!"

The big man reached into his pocket, pulled out a handful
of coins, and dropped them into the kettle.

"Thank you, sir -- and Merry Christmas to you!"

The big man disappeared down the street. He was almost
out of sight when the Salvation Army volunteer looked into
the kettle.

"What the --?"

He reached into the kettle and pulled out five gold coins.

"Thank you!" he cried. "Thank you, mister!"

But the man and the puppy were out of earshot.

The volunteer looked at the gold coins in his hand. He
had heard stories about that sort of thing, but never
dreamed he'd live to see it happen. Not to him! Not here.

"What a great guy," he thought. "I wonder who he is."


TO BE CONTINUED. . .



BEFORE YOU LEAVE . . .

Here's another easy way to do some last minute Christmas shopping - or to find something to read while you're traveling "over the river and through the snow" to wherever it is that you're going this year.

We have more than 25 Dinosaur Training books and courses in the Kindle bookstore - here are several of them - head on over and take a look at the others:







 
For even more Kindle books by Brooks Kubik, visit:





































The Dinosaur Christmas Story - Part 2


It's almost Christmas, so here's a video of me push pressing 302 pounds with a Christmas tree barbell - an Olympic barbell loaded with lots of small plates and some log chain taped onto the ends to get up over 300 pounds and not hit the basement ceiling!


(Note: This is part 2 of the Dinosaur Christmas story
for 2018. If you missed part 1, go here and read it first:

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-1.html


Be sure to begin with part 1 and read the daily
installments in the proper sequence.)


The Masked Man's Christmas (Part 2)

He was all ears and feet and matted puppy fur. He was
seven weeks old. He'd been living on the streets for
six freezing days and nights -- ever since the day his
mother's owner had packed the puppies into a box,
driven far out into the country, and delivered them
one by one to seven farmers.

Farmers could always use another dog. But they wanted
a big dog. None of them wanted the runt of the litter.

And so his brothers and sisters disappeared one by
one, until only he and his yellow-furred sister
remained -- and then the very last farmer chose
her, picked her up out of the box and handed her
to his wife.

"Do you want the other one?"

"The small one? No, I got no use for a runt."

"He'd be half price. Two fifty."

"Not worth it. He'd cost more to keep than the work
I'd get out of him."

"You can have him for free. I don't want him."

"Neither do I. Runts are trouble."

And so he stayed in the box, and when they got back to
town, his owner stopped the car by a dark alley, picked
him up by the scruff of his neck, opened the car door,
and dumped him unceremoniously into the cold winter
night.

"Go on -- get out of here!"

He sat down, shivering, not knowing what was happening or
what to do.

"Scram, you little mutt! Beat it!"

Then the wheels turned, and the car began to move away --
and just like that, he was all alone.

He slept in the alley that night, curled up in a tiny ball
of fur inside an old wooden crate lying next to one of the
garbage cans.

He woke in the morning, cold and hungry and miserable.

Two big men were wrestling the trash cans to the front of
the alley, picking them up, and dumping their contents into
the back of a garbage truck.

"Damn, it's cold!"

"What do you expect this time of year?"

"I hate this time of year!"

"Whaddaya mean? It's almost Christmas!"

The first man hacked and spat.

"I hate Christmas, too!" he said.

"Yeah, but we get the day off."

"That's true."

The men walked back into the alley.

"Watch out -- it's a rat!"

"Where?"

"That old crate over there!"

"That's not a rat -- it's a damn dog!"

"Looks like a rat!"

The two men looked down into the wooden crate.

"Must be lost or something."

"I guess."

"You want him?"

"What would I do with a dog?"

"I don't know."

"I don't want no damn dog."

"Neither do I."

The men grabbed two more trash cans and hauled them to their
truck.

"Maybe some kid would want the dog. He could be a Christmas
present."

"I don't know any kids."

"Some kid in the neighborhood."

"They're all juvenile delinquents. They're always throwing
stuff and breaking windows. The only thing I want to give
any of them is a size 12 boot."

"Yeah, they're like that where I live, too."

The men took the trash cans back down the alley, and stopped
by the wooden crate. They looked down at the puppy.

"I guess we just leave him here, right?"

"I guess."

"Someone will want him."

"People always want dogs."

"So I guess he'll find a home pretty soon."

"You can count on it."

The men turned and walked back to their truck.

But they were wrong. No one paid any attention to the
tiny puppy that slept in the alley and lived on whatever
food scraps he could find.

The days passed, and the nights grew colder. The puppy
shivered as he thought of his mother, his sisters and his
brothers -- all lost to him forever.

TO BE CONTINUED.


P.S. For fast and easy Christmas shopping, grab the
some of our PDF books and courses. Print them out -
and BOOM - instant presents!

http://www.brookskubik.com/dinosaur_files.html


BEFORE YOU LEAVE . . .

Here's another easy way to do some last minute Christmas shopping - or to find something to read while you're traveling "over the river and through the snow" to wherever it is that you're going this year.

We have more than 25 Dinosaur Training books and courses in the Kindle bookstore - here are several of them - head on over and take a look at the others:







 
For even more Kindle books by Brooks Kubik, visit: