Okay, here's my story. Hope it's not too creepy.
There was once a little girl whose parents were often out for days on end. The young girl often got lonely, so her parents bought her a large dog. The dog and the girl adored eachother. For hours on many a sleepless night would she lay with her ahnd dangling under the bed, the dog licking it affectionately below.
There came a dark and stormy night where the young girl was frightened. The wind was everywhere, making the old house creak from its very foundations. She put her ahnd under the bed where her faithful dog lickedher reassuringly. Then she heard a noise.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
She crept downtairs, into her kitchen, where with trembling fingers drew the tap tight. She tip-toed up the stairs before slipping into bed and she felt the warm toungue of her dog licking her hand. Then she heard it again.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Definately scared this time, the poor girl went tithe bathroom and made the taps to tight that her fingers went crimson. Shaking, she lay with the covers over her head, exept for her hand, which was being licked by her faithful companion. But it still could not block out the noise.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Trembling to the depths of her innocent soul, she crept to her wardrobe, which was where, she had realised, he sound had come from. She opened the door.
Inside was the body of her beloved dog, deep red blood pouring out of his still flanks.
And written on the back of her wardrobe were the words:
Humans Can Lick Too.