Sheila realised she was late when she woke up this morning. She hated being late, it is so unlike her. Rushing like a mad cow, she tried getting herself ready, cleaning up, making up, getting all the stuffs ready. There’s nothing like today. Intuition tells her something exciting is going to happen today.
But just as she was stepping out of her house, she realised that…her stocking wasn’t a matching pair, one black and the other beige. So she went into her house again and changed it, and as she closes the door the second time, the house phone began to ring.
She walked back into the house, picked up the phone, and poof she has exited the Matrix. She’s back in the Nebuchnezzar.
As she tried to re-orientate herself, she heard voices coming out of the mess. She walked towards the sounds but halted suddenly as she heard these words:
“She always goes on and on about her mismatched socks. So irritating – I say we kill her. Today.”
She looked down.. a pair of red and green socks adorned her size 5 feet.How’d that got down there she thought to herself. As she peered to see who the voices belonged to it came to her.. what if they see me?
Then suddenly super power woman came… flying with de wings so wide! she ask is there anything i can help u? i c u crying up from de sky…!poor child..!
“Oh super power woman – I have been so wronged. My socks don’t match and people don’t like me. Sob … Sob they want me killed. Won’t you avenge poor old me?” Sheila gushed as she peered from her pitiful eyes ala Puss in Boots from Shrek2.
Super power woman said, “Shut up girl! No likes a whiner!”
And with a wave of her wand, she transforms Sheila into Doodoo The Wonder Dog.
Frantic, Doodoo ran towards the phone. “Operator, I need an exit!” was what she thought she said but what came out was some growling and whining sound. “Damn!”
Suddenly, before Doodoo could think of a plan, she noticed a cat on the fence outside. ‘It’s taunting me, the little bastard,’ she thought, then felt surprised for even having such a thought. ‘I like cats,’ she thought to herself. ‘Why would I have such a mean thought about this one?’ Her answer came when her canine instincts suddenly curled her mouth into a frightening snarl and sent her hurtling back out the door.
She sprung toward the cat, aiming for the jugular, when suddenly she heard a voice saying “Look at that dog, it has mismatched socks”. Distracted, Doodoo fell to the ground (painfully) as the cat scurried off with an annoying sort of yowl that only cats produce. Doodoo lifted up her legs to examine them and realised that she was brown all over, except for her two hind legs; the left being black and the right a splotchy beigeish colour. “Good lord,” she thought. “Even as a dog i’m cursed”.
“Let’s go get her!” the voice suddenly said.
Doodoo, Sheila the human in a dog’s body, panicked on hearing that and began scampering towards the opposite direction of the voice. Suddenly, she heard:
“Do not be afraid. Remain where you are.”
“Ok, then what?”
As she was wondering where the voice came from, a giant foot came down and crushed Doodoo where she sat.
Godzilla looked down, lifted his leg, used his claws to remove the remains of the dog from his sole, and the proceeded to rampage through Jln Sultan Ismail.
Sheila is dead! Oh my gosh, how can it be! Godzilla you stupid monster! That’s not a dog, it’s a girl, a GIRL!