"Just a bit longer ... I'm almost done ... "
Jean shook her head. She'd heard that one before. Usually just before he started another chapter.
John was Barken's first official 'Net addict ... sort of. He really didn't go in much for webpages, kinda liked websearches, and followed a few newsgroups religiously ... but his real love was his writing. Once he got started, his stories tended to snowball, usually leading to late-night writing sessions, much drinking of soda ...
"Tonari no To-toro, To-to-ro,
To-toro, To-to-ro
... "
And much sleepy singing.
When it came, it happened suddenly. One moment, John was reaching for the keyboard.
The next, a pair of paws landed on the keys and filled two lines with garbage. "9m09n4W804m890w346n8975878870$70848708n0480466780429n856a3980m .. "
With a jerk, he toppled over into the floor as his hips twisted to a new shape, his tail growing like a stop-action weed. Like a flood, the soft, shiny fur covered him over, leaving precious few scraps of skin uncovered.
Jean sighed. Not again. "I'll turn off the computer", she said.
"You look dog-tired."
The End
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