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Nostalgic Short Stories

Bowser

Bowser lay on the ground with his paws stretched out before him. He suddenly rose on his front legs, still sitting on his haunches, in focused anticipation as the school bus came into view. He jumped to all fours with a slightly perceptible wag of the tail as the bus rolled to a stop.

"Oh look! There's Bowser," said one of the girls with an almost reverent tone as she hopped off the bus. "Poor Bowser." The small children gathered around the dog to hug and pet him. Bowser appreciated the attention, but he looked impatiently past the children as the school bus door closed. He gave two quick sharp barks as the bus pulled away.

The children caressed Bowser several minutes before heading for their individual homes. The dog returned to his post. "Perhaps tomorrow." Mother watched Bowser's actions through the kitchen window as she washed dishes. "I know, Bowser," she whispered wiping a tear from her eye. "I miss him too."