The Adventures of Mark and the Watson's Backyard

There once was a dog named Mark. Mark was the runt of the litter. He was smaller than the rest to the extent that he could hardly walk, let alone run. So one day, Mark got run over by a truck and he is now a three-legged dog. His birth defects also led him to bark incorrectly, which made him sound funny to the other dogs. But ever since then Mark has been the most annoying of all the neighborhood dogs. He would bark for hours and hours, "Ar, Ar, Ar, Ar, Ar!" While all of the other dogs stayed silent or bark in an "Arf, Arf, Arf!"

At first the other dogs only teased him out of fun and play. But Mark thought that they were being serious, so he tried to kill one of the other dogs by starting a fight with him. The fight only lasted for a few minutes because a fight between a small, three legged dog and as large, 4 legged dog is going to end in the obvious manor. Mark was thrown to the ground by his opponent, only to be ashamed. However, Mark didn't even know that he was in the wrong.

On the day that the neighborhood gathering took place all of the neighborhood tenants could only agree to one thing: Mark had to go. He was such an aggressive dog and he just barked all day long. They didn't know how they would do it, by informing the owner of a warning or just saying that he had bitten someone who is about to sue. Perhaps they would dispose of him by killing him in the night, or calling the pound and having them take him away. However they got rid of Mark, they would have to do it fast, because the Garrison's were going to be moving into the neighborhood next week and everyone in town knew that there was to be no trouble caused to the Garrisons.

Meanwhile, Mark continued with his obnoxious bark. He even gave thought to fighting another dog again. As the dogs walked by him he pretended to be a normal dog, which he usually would give a lot of effort to, but never would succeed. Mark liked to stalk the other dogs, he thought that if he hung around them enough while he was unwanted that perhaps maybe they would want to be with him again. All of Mark's attempts failed miserably.

Back at the meeting the neighborhood tenants had decided that the only way to quickly dispose of Mark was to capture him in the middle of the night and sell him on the side of the road the next day. If no one fell for their savvy trick of getting a sweet dog as a family pet then the would bury him alive the following night in Mr. Watson's backyard.