By Lerknots*

You watch in awe and terror as the dog effortlessly raises it's hind leg, balls flopping in the wind. You jump as their movement shifts the opposite hind paw right next to you, just barely avoiding turning you into a red smear. A spire of pink pokes out of the brown furry sheath, a short omen foretelling the coming disaster.

You hug close to the paw as it begins, the stream of acrid yellow spurting out at high speed. It impacts the tree at full force, cascading down to the ground below in a waterfall. You can only look on in despair as the last two weeks of your work are swept away like a tsunami, forcing you back to zero.

You continue to cower behind the behemoth paw until...