The Pinsir

I was looking after my little brothers golden retriever (he doesn't actually have one) over night, and I became convinced that the dog was possessed by Freddie Krueger and needed to die. While it was sitting on the couch, I took an ax and decapitated it with three blows. Then Aunt Elizabeth came over, and I tried to explain what happened without making myself sound crazy. Then Bryce came home, and I thought he would be sad, but he seemed not to care all that much, and I promised I'd but him a new dog once I got the money.