Mad Dog

The table crashed across the room as the enraged man seethed with anger from my off-key comment, and I scrambled across the room as he stood up tall, staring me down and facing me in a stand-off. His classic fedora had fallen to the ground to reveal a balding, wrinkled, head that resembled the face of a chubby pug dog. His bushy eyebrows furrowed as his tired, sunken eyes stared my down as if he was a tiger staring down his prey. His bulbous, flaring nose gulped in air and then shot it back out like a bull preparing to charge, and his scarred, grizzled lips twitched as snarls escaped his mouth like a mad dog about to attack. As his rough,dented chin twitched along with his face from the man's rage, His steel-wall body stood firm and strong, his trunk-like legs moving in steady succession as we circled around. Suddenly, he pounced, and his bear arms reached out to grab me and squeeze the life from me, but I was able to jump out of the way at the last second. I screamed " I am sorry!" and that "it was only a joke!", he kept lunging, at me trying to squeeze on my throat. As I scrambled away from the bear wearing an iron-pressed, creased white suit, I made for the door and kept telling him I was joking; he still didn't believe me. After I cleared the doorway, and made it out into the night air, I ran home and I heard the man yelling as loud as he could. Soon after I stepped inside my house and tried to forget my ordeal, their was a knock on the door; the big white-suited man still didn't think I was sorry.