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Short Story 679 – The Ballistic Ball and the Boundary (Int)

Penelope, a Chocolate Labrador of considerable enthusiasm and minimal self-control, hurtled across the manicured lawn of Regent’s Park. Her sleek, brown coat caught the morning sun as she chased a discarded plastic bottle with the fierce dedication of a champion athlete. Her friend, Finlay, a dignified Border Collie with the air of a highly-paid accountant, trotted several cautious paces behind.

“Finlay! Look! It’s the bottle! The best bottle!” Penelope skidded to a halt, nose-butting the empty Lucozade container. It made a satisfying, crinkly noise.

Finlay approached, shaking his black-and-white head slowly. “Penelope, darling, it’s a piece of litter. And I suspect it’s not the ‘best’ one, merely the one you found most recently. Also, I think you’ve got goose-poo on your left ear.”

Penelope ignored the critique, her attention already pivoting. She saw it: a bright, neon-yellow tennis ball, soaring in a glorious arc high above the trees. It was thrown by a man wearing an impractical amount of beige waterproof clothing.

“The Ball! The Ballistic Ball!” Penelope cried, her voice a high-pitched squeal of pure joy. She launched herself forward like a furry, brown missile, completely forgetting the bottle.

Finlay sighed, a sound that could have melted glaciers. “Must we call it ‘Ballistic’? It’s a standard-issue Slazenger. And I really think you should let that Golden Retriever have it, she looked ready.”

But Penelope was deaf to reason. The chase was on. She ran with magnificent, clumsy speed, her feet pounding the earth. The ball landed with a gentle thwump just beyond a low, metal railing.

Penelope didn’t see the railing. She didn’t see the large sign next to it that clearly read: ‘DOGS MUST REMAIN ON LEAD BEYOND THIS POINT – WILDLIFE CONSERVATION AREA’. She saw only the yellow orb.

Finlay, however, saw both. He pulled up sharply at the railing, skidding on his back paws.

“Penelope! Stop! It’s the Boundary! You can’t cross the Boundary!” he barked, his usual calm replaced by a frantic yelp.

Penelope, already halfway over the railing, paused her frantic scramble. Her front paws were on the forbidden grass. Her rear end, which looked surprisingly like a furry loaf of bread, was still wiggling over the top of the fence.

“Why not, Finlay? It’s just more grass! The Ball is here! The Ball is waiting!” she argued, her tone suggesting that the Ball had personally sent her an engraved invitation.

“It is not just more grass!” Finlay hissed, glancing nervously at the nearby park warden who was meticulously polishing his badge. “It’s the Sanctuary of the Non-Dog-Loving Geese! It is a £100 fine! It is rules, Penelope! Structure! Everything you naturally reject!”

Penelope’s tail gave one last hopeful thump against the metal. But the urgency in Finlay’s voice, a tone he usually reserved for discussing complex investment strategies, reached her. She hesitated, looking from the ball to Finlay’s terrified expression, and then to the small, fluffy, and very angry-looking swan staring directly at her.

The Golden Retriever, having trotted a more sensible path around the other side of the conservation area, calmly picked up the ball and returned it to her beige-clad owner.

Penelope’s shoulders sagged. The Ballistic Ball had been retrieved. The adventure was over. Slowly, and with a dramatic groan, she reversed herself, scrambling back over the railing to land with a heavy thud next to Finlay.

“Well,” she said, shaking her head sadly. “That was disappointing. The Ballistic Ball has been… de-ballistic-ified.”

Finlay nudged her gently with his nose. “Indeed. Now, come on. We can pursue the far more sensible activity of a short nap under that large oak tree. And Penelope? I’m going to need you to stand still while I try to remove the goose-poo from your ear. It really rather spoils the aesthetic.”

Penelope followed him, her tail giving a tentative, happy thump. A nap sounded good. And perhaps, she thought, the discarded plastic bottle was the best bottle after all.


Vocabulary Notes

Enthusiasm (Noun)
Definition: Intense and eager enjoyment, interest, or approval. A strong feeling of excitement.
Example: “Penelope, a Chocolate Labrador of considerable enthusiasm and minimal self-control, hurtled across the manicured lawn.”
Similar Words: Eagerness, passion, zeal, ardour, excitement.

Dignified (Adjective)
Definition: Having or showing a composed or serious manner that is worthy of respect.
Example: “Finlay, a dignified Border Collie with the air of a highly-paid accountant, trotted several cautious paces behind.”
Similar Words: Solemn, stately, respectable, composed, noble, distinguished.

Meticulously (Adverb)
Definition: In a way that shows great attention to detail; very carefully and precisely.
Example: “…glancing nervously at the nearby park warden who was meticulously polishing his badge.”
Similar Words: Carefully, precisely, thoroughly, conscientiously, painstakingly.

Sagged (Verb – Past Tense)
Definition: Drooped, sunk, or settled downwards, especially from pressure or tiredness, or if something loses its firmness or strength.
Example: “Penelope’s shoulders sagged. The Ballistic Ball had been retrieved.”
Similar Words: Drooped, slumped, wilted, sank, collapsed, subsided.

Tentative (Adjective)
Definition: Not certain or fixed; hesitant; done without confidence.
Example: “And perhaps, she thought, her tail giving a tentative, happy thump.”
Similar Words: Hesitant, cautious, uncertain, unconfirmed, experimental.

Example Sentences for Practice
The students showed great enthusiasm for the field trip to the museum.

The elderly gentleman maintained a dignified silence during the noisy argument.

She planned her wedding meticulously, checking every detail twice.

After a long day of work, his body sagged into the armchair.

I only have a tentative booking for the flight, so I might still have to change it.

Story written by Gemini AI.

Image created by 1min.ai.

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