Kokaachi

Kokaachi

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Storm-my jet black Labrador and I are walking our after-dinner walk. The night is noisy with the sound of Crickets & Frogs.The occasional bark of a dog is the only sound that interrupts this orchestra. Storm walking with padded feet is a silent ghost-the "Kokaachi" mothers frighten their children with. With his black coat in the patterned light of the street light filtering through the tree onto the footpath below, he blends in, invisible to the eye, until he moves.


A pullover clad hooded figure appears, head bent over, headphones clamped to his ears, staring intently at the screen of his phone. He is lost in his world as he walks home, a road familiar that doesn't require his attention, a walk he must have taken a hundred times before.


Storm is at the end of the leash at the base of the tree, where the light filtering through the small leaves form a beautiful intricate pattern. Intently smelling the ground around the tree, he doesn't notice the hooded figure approaching. Neither does the hooded figure see him till he almost trips over Storm. The figure stops with a sudden exhalation of surprise. He stares intently at Storm, unable to clearly make out the jet black head or tail. At this point, Storm loses interest in the smell on the ground and turns to this more interesting hooded being. With his usual enthusiasm, he hurtles towards the figure. The man can only see the occasional glint of the harness, but can vaguely make out the black creature moving rapidly towards him. With a sudden shriek, he lunges off the footpath onto the road, still trying desperately to make out what this black moving shadow is. It is that primeval moment when survival instinct takes over conscious thought. Thoughts of Ghosts, Monsters, nameless terrors-the Kokaachis which his mom used to frighten him with as a little child to make him eat his food, all suddenly appear in his imagination. At this exact point Storm sneezes, a loud explosion. The man squeals and bounds across the road in two easy bounds. 


Storm the Kokaachi, stands there puzzled, his tongue out looking almost like he was grinning, tail wagging furiously as the man rapidly recedes from his view



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