Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Fear and Mumbling in Sledge Hill Park

I was walking with the husky in the park nearby, pondering should I wear my ski suit or swimming suit the next day. It was dark grey everywhere, the pale leafless trees waved in the mild wind. It was almost 11 pm and all the joggers and Nordic walkers had gone inside.
I was almost melting to the quietness when I saw it.

There was a dog hanging from the tree. It's body was stretched, the legs kicked slowly back and forth. I looked closer and saw a tall man standing under the tree. The dog was hanging really high, it's feet weren't even touching the man's shoulders. I stared at the dog feet, moving slower and slower. I wondered should I break the silence or just walk away. I walked away. I closed my eyes, saw the dead, swaying body in my mind and turned around.

T Fox: Excuse me, what are you doing? Why is that dog hanging from the tree?
Man: It's just hanging there.
T Fox: But why?
Man: It likes it.

I looked at the dog again. It wasn't moving. I couldn't see the face of the man, but suddenly he looked like one, who likes to hang unaware animals and eat cats as a breakfast. The man's bald head was moving towards me. His body was huge. The dog wheezed quietly. I walked away and tried to find my mobile, but I had left it at home. Who would leave her house at midnight, without a phone, when all the squirrel eating bareheads were set free?

A white van came came closer. I waved my hand vigorously and the car slowed down. A small, slim long-haired man looked at me with huge, round eyes. He opened the window, just a little bit.
Man2: Yes?
T Fox: Look, don't you think that the man there is hanging a dog?

The man looked at the bushes. I tried to think if he thought which one was scarier; me jumping straight from the bushes with a wolf-like dog or an invisible dog-hanger in the dark.
Man2: I'll go and look then.
The man with the van drove to the park, opened the door and walked with short steps towards the man and the dog on the tree.

I followed the man, who looked really scared. The bald, big man looked scared too. I wondered what did the slim man think about the bald man and what did the bald man think about my hippie-looking scout. There were we; standing in the deep silence, staring at each others' trembling shadows.

The dog from the tree fell down. It was big thumb. A sound, which only comes when a trimmed bulldog falls from the tree. The dog looked at us, gave a questioning glance to his owner and
then looked carefully at my husky. I looked at my dog too and tried to guess what would she do. If she gets scared she either shows her sharp white teeth or pretends she is a squirrel. I bet she hadn't brushed her teeth yet.

15 comments:

Sopwith-Camel said...

It sounds like something from a David Lynch film. What did your dog think of all this? Perhaps she thinks it is some strange S&M dog thing that goes on in the park?

Annie said...

You have convinced me that
a) you are very very brave
b) Finland in an even more unusual place than I thought

Annie said...

PS squirrel eating bareheads is one of the best phrases I've ever come across on the internet

Taiga the Fox said...

S-C, ooh, I love David Lynch films! I would ask the dog what she thinks about it, but she likes her tree too much now.

Annie, I'm not sure about the braveness. More like stupid and stubborn possibly. (And Thanks :))

Sopwith-Camel said...

Glad you like Lynch, I've been a big fan of his since Blue Velvet and Twin Peaks. I'm struggling to understand Erasorhead.

I think the man with the dog was trying to teach it to hunt for truffles, but was not very aware of where truffles actually grow.

Bowleserised said...

Yikes.

Occasional Poster of Comments said...

It is sort of Lynchian (hmm, why can't I see Lynchian without thinking about lychees?).

Dave said...

'It was big thumb.'

I had very surreal pictures then, as if the story wasn't strange enough.

Did you mean thump?

Taiga the Fox said...

Yep. Or not, it might have been Angelo Badalamenti's thumb as well.

Sopwith-Camel said...

"it might have been Angelo Badalamenti's thumb"

Excellent composer. Do you also listen to Julee Cruse?

Taiga the Fox said...

Not really, but my ex's brother's ex-wife looked exactly like her.

Marsha Klein said...

"A sound which only comes when a trimmed bulldog falls from the tree" That is superb! I imagine it is indeed a unique sound!

Taiga the Fox said...

Hmm, yes, it was kind of a giant thump, but softer, hence the left thumb, which probably isn't right.

Jen said...

Have you seen the film Fresh? Great movie, think Boys in the Hood with chess and Samuel L Jackson. There is a horrible dog hanging scene in that.

Blerghh

Taiga the Fox said...

Oh, hi Jen, welcome :)

Actually I haven't seen that film and as much as I like Samuel L Jackson, I'm not entirely sure if I could watch anything about dog hanging...

Strange thing happened yesterday. We were walking near the park again and suddenly a heavy wind blew an empty potting soil bag straight on my dog's head. It took a while until I could took the plastic bag away from her head, because she was bouncing around like a scared bunny. I'm sure she hates that park now...