Since I'm not quite sure that everyone who is reading this is quite understanding what I am trying to do with my Mutts project, I will explain it right now.

Each of these works is entirely unrelated, except for the fact that they are all set in my alternate future where Mutts have been created. The same characters will never be repeated in any other stories. The stories may be seperate in nature, the idea is that when they are all put together, the reader will gain insight into my alternate future and the timeline of the events... At least, that is the idea. We'll see how it actually works out.

11/27/07

033 – Too Much

“It’s amazing, Forbes, it really is.”

Richard Howland stood with his hands on his hips, surveying the vast empire he had created. It stretched for acres, covering nearly all the land that was visible from the huge bay window. Miles of electric fencing and barbed wire surrounded his domain, keeping his subjects in check. Behind him, his secretary nodded absently.

“Yes sir”

“Germany, Israel, Iran and Egypt! And more lining up!”

“Yes sir.”

“I impress even myself. Who else could have countries lining up to buy a product that isn’t even finished yet?”

“I can’t think of any, sir.”

Howland gazed fondly at the rows of wire pens filled with the creatures he lorded over. They were so beautiful, even unfinished. He swelled with pride. He had never married or had a child, but this must be had a father must feel like when he watched his children.

“Aren’t they magnificent?”

“Yes sir.” Forbes didn’t look up.

“Look at them, Forbes.”

The secretary raised his head for a fraction of a second to stare blankly out the window.

“Magnificent, sir,” he agreed, and then his head bent back over his desk.

Howland snorted. Some men had no imaginations. That was why Forbes would always be a secretary and he, Richard Howland, would be a king among kings.

A long, mournful howl echoed up from the network of fences and Howland smiled fondly. Ah, the sweetness of his children. It was almost too much. He took a deep breath and let it out with a happy sigh. Then he turned to Forbes.

“Not even done and they’re falling over themselves to get to it. We’re on our way back up. We’re going to make it this time…”