The old hound dog was putting up a mighty chase. Feet thundering on the ground, heart beating fast, mouth salivating for the kill.....that rabbit didn't stand a chance. He chased and chased until he felt he would go on chasing into eternity.
His master put his hand on the old dog's head, to calm him from the dream twitches while he lay stretched out on the couch. "That rabbit not getting any closer, huh?" said his master. The old dog's agitated legs calmed, and the whiney howls in his throat died down to a soft whimper as the dream chase slowed into a peaceful, deep sleep.
Submitted for GBE #67 topic: Peace
