Birth Of The Dog Town Blues
A musical legend is born.
After working a long day, Rocko wanted to sleep late. Others in his building had different ideas. At six o'clock in the morning, Rocko was awakened to guitar music.
Rocko got out of bed, barely a look to his owner, and started to hunt for the music. He followed the sounds into the living room, and onto the street. Then, he heard the drums with the guitar.
Shocked, Rocko couldn't decide if he was imagining what he saw. A mantis jamming and a lady bug on the drums. What could he do?
He became the lead singer.
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Jason Ray Morton
I have always enjoyed writing and exploring new ideas, new beliefs, and the dreams that rattle around inside my head. I have enjoyed the current state of science, human progress, fantasy and existence and write about them when I can.
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This was great and unexpected what a unique take on the challenge
Wow, great short story, love the images
Woof n Roll
Awesome 💖
Creative & cute!!! Loved it!!!💖💖💕
Makes sense... That old dog could howl! Great work, sir!
And that's what happens when the moon shines bright with the dog left all alone.