Hey Mom, the afterworld is nuts! 👻 Visited Spencerville, a proper doggy haven. There’s this Husky, Max, likes his burgers 🍔 and also cooks (don’t get me started on his veg soup! 🤢). Anyways, he found a weird glowing tennis ball 🎾 at the “Fetch! Toys and Treats” – dude loves used balls! It pops open a huge ghost hound. 😱 But Max, he’s got dog-game. 🐶 Takes on the ghost, full-on snarl fest, and sends it back to the after-afterlife. Max is pretty chill about it, just drops the now-dull ball like it’s a day job. So yeah, Max, Hero of Spencerville, taming spectral beasts and whatnot. – Mags

The first time I visited Spencerville, it was as though I walked straight off the ends of the Earth and into a canine celestial plane. Max already secured himself – quite fittingly, I might add – as the wagging trendsetter of Western Husky Hill.

Now, you see, time in Spencerville runs a bit non-linear – things happened sporadically. One moment, I was tailing Max, watching him sample Bow Wow Burgers and enlightening the spoilt Chihuahuas about the bliss of a greasy patty. The next, he had somehow set up an independent venture at the Pup-Peroni for pups with rather avant-garde tastes. That ham and chicken soup of his almost got me wishing I had a doggy taste bud. But heavens forbid, we shan’t get into his ‘experimental’ vegetable soup. What a disaster, really!

It was in one of these chaotic slots of time at Fetch! Toys and Treats, that a peculiar thing happened. Max found a toy eerily similar to that worn-out tennis ball he loved. A wave of nostalgia washed over him, and he had picked it up before anyone could stop him.

Eyes wide, Max fixated on the glow emanating from the tennis ball, a spectral light that became more dazzling and vitally disquieting. It cast a haunting reflection on Max’s curious eyes. Within a flash, a howling gust of wind swept across The Tail Wagger’s Tailor. My heart pounded in the deafening silence that ensued!

Suddenly, the tennis ball dropped, and a spectral hound, enormous and quite spectral, leapt out. The Spencervillians paled! Here we were, living our post-earthly lives, suddenly facing a spectral apparition. Scary, don’t you agree!

But Max, the brave nobleman, wagged his tail nonchalantly, staring down the spectral hound. It seemed like a standoff; the spectral beast let out a menacing growl, and Max merely batted an eyelid, then gave a woof that was distinctly a scoff.

Before we knew it, Max was charging towards the beast, snarling and barking. Impressive sight for a mutt who adored a greasy burger, I’d say. The hound hesitated, taken aback. Max leapt up, biting the creature which dissolved into a burst of smoke. Just as the beast vanished, Max grabbed the spectral ball in his jaw. He brought it back and placed it on the ground. The spectral light had dimmed, and the ball looked normal and lifeless again.

“Well, that took a dark turn,” Max muttered, looking at the flabbergasted faces, a mundane tennis ball casually tucked under his paw. “Suppose you never know what you’ll unearth at Fetch! Toys and Treats.”

Max’s bravado had reached celestial heights. So, if you’re ever strolling down Western Husky Hill after sunset, listen for the legendary tale of Max, the spectral hound tamer, as told by the twinkling stars above.

The End.