A Puppy Called 'HUSH' - OJO PELUMI SAMUEL

I lived in a small fairy world of Sainthood, where all lived in sparkling white atmosphere that reflected their hearts. Lies, exaggeration and other deceptive mechanisms were aberrations no one dared. That world was such that each ear that heard of it desired to be a part.

I stayed few years in that wonderful world. Long enough to witness the birth and growth of a special puppy christened 'HUSH'. 

Hush was the smallest of the set of quadruplet Mrs. Bitch gave birth to on a rainy night. Matrons were on time for the delivery; thanks to a sinless city it was. They were treated with specialty despite the rain - not a single drop hindered the delivery - What a poor bitch! She survived the painful period. Though, not without a frequent soft massages from Mr. Dog. 

Seven days after was the christening of the puppies. Mr. Dog and Mrs. Bitch, dressed in quality white lace material that befit the occasion, arrived at the Central Park of the world where God chose for his magnanimous self. The smallest of the puppies stole the show, he was quite distinctive in all ways, a quick one for God to notice, that he named him 'HUSH' meaning 'special'.

Hush grew with its parents, siblings and other puppies in the neighborhood. "For God sees what no man can see."

 Hush was indeed a special puppy; diligent in his studies: Arithmetic was his favorite while other puppies absconded classes. Hush was exceptional among his peers. He woke all night to fathom the science behind algorithms, arithmetic and tech. His candle never burnt low. 

A times when confused, Hush would wangle his curling short tail, wave it to the air and pick a race to visit God in his abode, make enquiry for more knowledge and more light on his path to search for what could come out of algorithms, algebra and even tech. 

God was always pleased with his curiosity and readiness. Therefore, God gave Hush all the necessary knowledge of algorithms and algebra, for it was stated in his (God) constitution that 'ask and it shall be given unto you'. 

On one of his visits, Hush saw a golden box in the room. He was surprised by the glitz of the gold that he knocked the box to hear what sound it produced. He knocked and God opened the box in adherence to the subsection of earlier quoted section of his constitution. Alas, the treasure in the golden box was a device that aid the works of algorithms and advanced algebra. God handed the device to Hush with a pat on his forehead saying, ' It's well with your soul'. Hush intensified his hard work and diligence. 

Hush dusked while other puppies dawned; he dawned while other puppies dusked. He never fought over slim bones for the greed for fat cows.

A season, bones became few for dogs. Dogs began to lose weight in alarming pounds. Some could not survived the dark moment. Association of dogs and bitches sent delegates to consult God for solution to their problem. 

When they visited, God did not honor their knocks for their hands were stained. The delegates returned home clueless. After several consultations with heralds of God for God now detest their presence, it was revealed that there was a mole among the dogs who had swayed from the path of holiness, whose garment of holiness has been replaced with expensive shits. 

Therefore, he has fallen out of favor with God. They had to be cleansed and to seek for remission of their iniquities from God. The mole must be ready to rub his mouth on the floor before God.

Hush laughed when he heard and decided to up his game. He moved to another part of the world hoping to escape the rage of God. 

He left our city. But I never lost contact of the now wealth puppy. I heard he never stopped performing his wonders. He ate the national cake meant for the indigenous puppies of that city. 

But sadly, he was caught by the hunters over there. The last time I heard about him was that Hush now has a big chain around his neck used by the hunters to tame him. What a poor puppy!