The dog says how by Kevin Kling
By Kevin Kling
Kevin Kling is a well known playwright and storyteller, and his commentaries should be heard on NPR’s All issues Considered. His performs and diversifications were played world wide. He lives in Minneapolis.
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We all saw it at once. Out in the middle of traffic looking lost and scared was a beaver. We watched it cross the busy street one way and back the other. Cars screeched. Every once in a while he’d rear up to get a better look at his situation but he was clearly confused. His defenses for life in the wild were all but useless in this urban setting. Somehow this little guy had wandered into town. I wondered what body of water he could’ve come from. The Mississippi is over two miles away and the nearest lake a good mile, mile and a half.
John Stoner had been coming in with these squirrels that had nothing visibly wrong with them—they looked like perfect squirrels. We found out later that he was catching them in a Have-a-Heart Trap—a live trap—putting them in his garage, shutting the garage door, starting his dad’s car, and asphyxiating the squirrels. ” They sent him off for psychiatric care. But, before they shipped John Stoner out, he came into a meeting with this bag over his project. At the end of the meeting, he walked up, grabbed one corner and then another and .
I had no idea what was real. You cannot convince me that half of my stay in the hospital was not on top of an Italian mountaintop or that there weren’t two guys in the room spying on me dressed up like televisions. At this time I was told my face would need considerable reconstructive surgery. ” My girlfriend, Mary, brought in photographs so the plastic surgeons could put my face back the way it was. There was some concern from my buddies, though, because in one picture I was holding the dog. Friends started showing up.