You begin to cautiously approach your now giant homestead and watch the mysterious beast above for signs of movement. You had gotten about half way when the dog suddenly stepped forward. Its rear legs narrowly avoiding your house, you stare up at its backside, watching the massive tail wag and the unsightly hairless wring beneath. As if to mock your staring, the dog's legs began to bend and the whole of its rear began to lower, hovering dangerously over the land you had grown so accustomed to. You almost don't want to look up, but when you do the dirty hole beneath the dog's tail puckers idly above your head, the full extend of its filth now in perfect, unapologetic view. Big enough to swallow you whole without so much as a second thought, the air around you became tainted with the disgusting smell of dogshit, a dark foreshadowing of what was certain to come.

You take off running as fast as your small legs can take you, praying that you'll have time to clear the impact zone. Nervously you turn your head and see that you have cleared a good couple inches and in good time too as the twitching sphincter above begins to produces the brown, slimy head of what is sure to be one massive log of a dog turd! You watch, frozen with terror, as the mountainous log grows and grows from its rotten depths, the rancid stench spewing from it was enough to kill a lesser being. Eventually the anus pinches it off and all hell breaks loose as the turd smashes into your house, burying everything in sight beneath its impossible mass reaching just a foot in front of you. The dog, having shit on everything you worked so hard to build, stands up and awaits its master to clean up its mess. Desperate to get away from the toxic mountain that was once your home, you turn to flea only to be stopped by the descending fingers of a man. Wrapped behind a plastic bag, there was no way they could feel your miniscule pounds as the fingers smashed into your frame, dragging you back to hell. Your back impacts the steamy mass as it quickly washes over you as you are shoved deeper and deeper into it. By the time the bag is inverted, you were well and truly buried alongside small remnants of your grassy walls. The man tosses you into a pail nearly full of other doggy bags and walks away never knowing what had happened. The putrid substance had by now invaded every aspect of your being, it had clogged your nose, your ear and worst of all had forced its way into your mouth. As you lay there in total darkness the tragic reality of your situation sets in as you draw your last breath. After weeks of hard work, your efforts resorted in nothing but becoming apart of a dog turd...