When I was a kid, I was waaay too many scary movies. I would watch them at my Grandmama's house with my cousins. When she felt asleep at 9PM, we would watch all of the R rated movies we could find.
One in particular movie was, Cujo. I think most of you know about this movie; a rabid dog attacks a mother and son in a car... So after we saw this movie, I was a little bit scared of big dogs; especially my neighbor's huge dog, Max, across the street.
Well, one day Max chased my friend Scott on his bike and bit a big chunk out of his leg. I actually saw it happen and was too afraid to help Scott. Later, he was taken to the hospital. I was so mad at myself for letting Scott get bit. I thought Max was becoming dangerous like Cujo. And like Cujo, he would kill everyone in my neighborhood. So I knew I had to do something about it.
The next day, I went to the corner store and bought some rat poison and a can of dog food with change I was saving for firecrackers. I mixed the poison and the dog food at home. Then, I went over to Max's doghouse (after the attack, he was put on a chain leash) and gave him the food.
Fast forward a day later, Max is super sick. The neighbors were upset and start asking if anyone saw him eat anything crazy or if he was acting weird. My mama said she see didn't anything, but I opened my big mouth and spilled the beans.
I told them that I tried to kill Max, because he bit Scott and he was becoming like Cujo. At first they were mad, but then they laughed... I didn't think it was funny. I really thought Max could eat our entire neighborhood. So I thought I had to kill him to save everyone.
My mama spent that night trying to convince me that Max wasn't Cujo. But I was 10, so what did I know about reality. I really believed that Max was evil.
Max lived, but for years, that dog never barked at me or chased me. I wonder if he knew what I tried to do?
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