The Gods were coming. The day was shading into twilight and in the distance the Sun loped wearily off to His rest. From the north Skippy could hear Their coming, rushing with a speed that longed for deep in his doggy heart. He barked welcome, his stubby tail vibrating furiously.
Jack Russell Terriers are not given to abstract thought, but if he could, Skippy would have pictured the Gods as mighty pack leaders much, much, larger than even the alpha male. They would run with a hundred legs and lightning would dance in their eyes. Mouths open as they loped south, they breathed out the sharp ozone that he could smell from his yard. Mighty, mighty Gods.
They were getting closer. The very ground began shaking with the power of their passing. Closer and closer yet. He waited, nearly breathless with excitement ... wait ... wait ... and suddenly, HAROOOOOOOOOoooooooooo! the Gods' mournful howl rang through his world and he howled with it.
"Skippy, shut up! It's just the damn trains!"
