Matt heard a swooshing sound getting closer, he turned and blammo a bright orange wall of plastic hit him in the stomach lifted him off the ground and came to rest on top of him pinning him beneath it.
A youthful voice cried out, "Oh, Sparky! Go get it."
"Woof, woof!" barked the dog.
Matt looks up, as he tries to lift the giant frisbee off him. A giant slobbering dog appears. It opens its jaws and scoops the frisbee and Matt into its mouth, and trots back out of the DeSoto yard.
Matt is horrified that he'll end up a doggie snack. Sharp cold enamel teeth press against his shoulders as the dog gently holds him and the frisbee in its mouth. "Please don't bite, please don't bite," pleads Matt softly.
"Good boy, Sparky! You got the frisbee. Oh, Sparky, looks like you found an action figure. Hey it moved! Here, Sparky, give it to me, boy. WOW!" exclaimed the giant kid. Oh, no it's the neighborhood terror. Matt had visions of ending his days on a dissection table or blown up with a giant fire cracker shoved up his bum. The lad smile sent shivers through Matt's body.