The ordinary, almost tedious moment when a clown playfully tugged an imaginary leash at a birthday party was suddenly shattered. A growl, uncannily dog-like, seized the wire and yanked the clown by his outsized feet. The wire led to a harness, an intricate system of wires and mechanisms that facilitated the clown's tricks, designed not to be employed so roughly.
From the clown's sliced-open arm, blood spurted. A wedge of flesh dangled, severed like a slab of meat. The wire snapped, ending the turmoil mercifully. The clown slumped unconscious, heart rate slowing, his mangled arm hanging into the ice-filled hollow of an upturned punchbowl. Within the mix of blood and spilled Tropical Punch, cake crumbs, and lingering glitter from an earlier art project, an eerie figure emerged. Resembling a dog but grotesquely bulbous, it boasted wiry tufts sprouting like a punk rocker's mohawk. As it shook, some of its litter dislodged, rendering it invisible again.
However, its teeth remained starkly visible as it darted through the startled children, clutching the wire leash it had claimed from the incapacitated clown.
A man emerged from the house, armed with both a gun and a smartphone. By then, several mothers at the party had already armed themselves, so his response was belated.
Soon, the chorus of children's cries filled the air, joined by the wail of sirens from police cars and an ambulance.
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By the time the invisible dog had vanished, it had reached a park and located a drain where a woman had accidentally dropped her keys. Sniffing around, the keychain remained within reach.
As a passing car played opera music, the invisible dog stood exposed, its teeth and wire leash discernible.
Invisible paws worked diligently, bending the wire into a makeshift hook while chewing it into a gnarly, crude shape. After a while, a tooth snapped, causing the dog to whine in frustration and agony. Using the rudimentary tool, he fished out the keys.
Hours were invested in crafting this essential tool, and a tooth was sacrificed in the process. At last, the keychain was in his possession. With clumsy attempts, he managed to unlock the vehicle, setting off and subsequently silencing the alarm. The noise failed to amuse him.
His stomach gnawed with hunger, and the realization loomed that his canine instincts would soon dominate, making it harder, as always, to regain control.
Entering the vehicle, he spotted the open briefcase with its contents scattered. By biting and dragging, he retrieved the files, clumsily maneuvering the papers and folders with his paw and mouth, spreading them across the interior. Squinting and struggling to focus his eyes and mental faculties, he tried to decipher the text.
A dog's bark rang out, another dog and a woman appearing on the scene. The exchange of barks commenced, and he was the dog once again.
Memories surfaced from a distant part of his mind, recounting his origins and the peculiar circumstances that had led him to inhabit the body of an invisible puppy.