Pepsico Dialectical Journal

The bell let out a piercing cry and his competitors roared out of the gates. Mr. Quiggly knew his place though and, with little effort, he sprinted to the front. He felt as if he was running with bulls, except the bulls were dogs, and he was the fastest of the aforementioned dogs. With little effort, he passed Silver Prince and moon walked across the finish line. He had earned the Sketchers promotion deal, which he would soon be known for. Panting with acceptance, he stared into the cameras as he had done many times before. Mr. Quiggly won the approval and affection of many Americans that night, but that was all gone now.
The wars that raged on for the little shreds of time for which were known as the Super Bowl Commercials left even the quickest of French bulldogs in the dust for better breeds. Harder drinks soon replaced the water, which usually filled his bowl, to numb his pain. Mountain Dew Kickstart would never torment the clean polished inside of his bowl, and he made sure of it. His work on the track was flawless. PepsiCo’s work in the lab was more so. A cross between his own genes and those of a primate and a human soon …show more content…
He visited Pamplona and raced the bulls. It was there he met a greyhound named Silver Prince. Mr. Quiggly recalled his exact moves. He turned to his sides. On one side he saw a man being gored by two bulls in hilarious fashion. On the other, he saw his rival for the first time. Mr. Quiggly had raced the bulls many times, but he had never seen this particular greyhound before. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never seen each other before. “She runs well, this skinny bitch,” he thought. It was then he realized he was not capable of speaking. He was discouraged, but with his little red sketchers, he led race. He couldn’t speak, but his paws made up for that. Mr. Quiggly outpaced the greyhound effortlessly. It was the end of his first race against Silver