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Ms. Vivian ran "Vivian's Velvet Views," the most exclusive dog grooming salon in the city. Her most famous client was Patches, a fluffy white poodle whose coat was so perfectly clipped he looked like he was a walking marshmallow.
One afternoon, Ms. Vivian was attempting a complicated new scissor technique called the 'Spiral of Sophistication.' She accidentally nicked a small hair follicle near Patches' ear. Instead of bleeding, the tiny spot glowed blue, and the entire white coat of the poodle instantly changed.
Patches’ fur didn't just change color; it took on the texture and appearance of a highly detailed, three-dimensional meteorological map. His head was currently a swirling mass of tiny, low-pressure system spirals (deep indigo blue), and a thin, fluffy line of red stretched across his back, indicating a warm front.
Ms. Vivian gasped. "Patches! You're forecasting precipitation!"
Patches, unaware of his new career as a canine weather station, merely wagged his tail, which was now a fluffy, yellow blob indicating high-pressure sunshine.
The first test came when the snooty Mr. Quibble brought in his terrier. Mr. Quibble looked at Patches. "Why is that dog neon green and purple? Is that a style?"
"That, sir," Ms. Vivian announced dramatically, "is an imminent hail warning."
The terrier, who was next in line, instantly started shivering. Thirty seconds later, a sudden, powerful hailstorm hammered the street outside.
Word spread like wildfire. Everyone in town started checking "The Patches Forecast." If Patches’ tail was yellow and high, you planned a picnic. If his ears were turning a dark, threatening gray, you stayed home.
The day of the Grand Town Fair, Patches’ body was a mosaic of conflicting systems: his left flank showed sunshine, his right showed drizzle, and his tiny pompom tail was blinking red—an emergency warning.
Ms. Vivian was terrified. "What does it mean, Patches?"
The poodle barked once, then dashed outside. He ran into the fairgrounds and grabbed a microphone with his mouth, his entire body glowing orange with a thunderstorm warning. The crowd panicked, grabbed their umbrellas, and fled.
Five minutes later, a massive, unexpected thunderstorm hit. The fair was soaked, but no one was injured. Patches, the Prognosticator Poodle, was hailed as a hero. He returned to the salon, his fur settling into a gentle, calming, mint green—the signal for "all clear and a nap is required." Ms. Vivian decided to forgo the 'Spiral of Sophistication' and stick to plain brushing, but only after checking Patches' ears every morning.
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By Matthew MitchellPlease vote for “A Bedtime Story” for Volume One’s Best Local Podcast!
Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
“A Bedtime Story” Season 2 is coming soon!
Ms. Vivian ran "Vivian's Velvet Views," the most exclusive dog grooming salon in the city. Her most famous client was Patches, a fluffy white poodle whose coat was so perfectly clipped he looked like he was a walking marshmallow.
One afternoon, Ms. Vivian was attempting a complicated new scissor technique called the 'Spiral of Sophistication.' She accidentally nicked a small hair follicle near Patches' ear. Instead of bleeding, the tiny spot glowed blue, and the entire white coat of the poodle instantly changed.
Patches’ fur didn't just change color; it took on the texture and appearance of a highly detailed, three-dimensional meteorological map. His head was currently a swirling mass of tiny, low-pressure system spirals (deep indigo blue), and a thin, fluffy line of red stretched across his back, indicating a warm front.
Ms. Vivian gasped. "Patches! You're forecasting precipitation!"
Patches, unaware of his new career as a canine weather station, merely wagged his tail, which was now a fluffy, yellow blob indicating high-pressure sunshine.
The first test came when the snooty Mr. Quibble brought in his terrier. Mr. Quibble looked at Patches. "Why is that dog neon green and purple? Is that a style?"
"That, sir," Ms. Vivian announced dramatically, "is an imminent hail warning."
The terrier, who was next in line, instantly started shivering. Thirty seconds later, a sudden, powerful hailstorm hammered the street outside.
Word spread like wildfire. Everyone in town started checking "The Patches Forecast." If Patches’ tail was yellow and high, you planned a picnic. If his ears were turning a dark, threatening gray, you stayed home.
The day of the Grand Town Fair, Patches’ body was a mosaic of conflicting systems: his left flank showed sunshine, his right showed drizzle, and his tiny pompom tail was blinking red—an emergency warning.
Ms. Vivian was terrified. "What does it mean, Patches?"
The poodle barked once, then dashed outside. He ran into the fairgrounds and grabbed a microphone with his mouth, his entire body glowing orange with a thunderstorm warning. The crowd panicked, grabbed their umbrellas, and fled.
Five minutes later, a massive, unexpected thunderstorm hit. The fair was soaked, but no one was injured. Patches, the Prognosticator Poodle, was hailed as a hero. He returned to the salon, his fur settling into a gentle, calming, mint green—the signal for "all clear and a nap is required." Ms. Vivian decided to forgo the 'Spiral of Sophistication' and stick to plain brushing, but only after checking Patches' ears every morning.