Friday, August 20, 2004

No one could say the dictator didn't have a sense of humor. He himself had coined the phrase "Big Brother is smelling you." His new breed of canine, a strange stew of enriched genes, had a hypersensitive nose that could actually smell subversive thoughts. They were feared, and with good reason. The dogs were so astute they could even sense which books a person had read up to six months ago. And heaven help anyone who had read one of the forbidden titles. At any one time legions of officials were underway systematically patrolling with the dogs. In this particular instance the state lost five of its most loyal denunciators who were celebrating the reward for their latest victim at an evening barbeque. The steaks smelled too good.

Story #8

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