That was a really good video. Nice to see all sorts of different ideas.
I realized I need to write more, so I edited up a piece I wrote earlier. This is it:
Otis
There was a lonely old dog named Otis. He was heartbroken because his owners had died and no one found had found them yet. So their corpses were still there, rotting in their home. They were murdered.
Otis would cry as he paced around their bodies. "Where is their life? Why is everything so bad??" He thought. “I’m so hungry!"
Just then the doorbell rings. Otis barks with excitement and runs to the door jumping away. The doorbell rings again as Otis continues to woof.
"I guess no ones here" he hears a muffled voice say from outside. Then, alongside the poor hopeless barks and whimpers, there was silence.
Days pass and no visitors. Otis is growing tired and quite hungry. He can't bare the thought of what he knows he has to do. So he does it without thinking.
At first he is ashamed, thinking what kind of monster had he become? Then he’s even more ashamed that he loved the succulence of the meat, the incredible flavour.
He eats his former owners until they're just bones, and even then he doesn't stop, gnawing away. When there’s practically nothing left he begins whimpering with anguish and disgust, and loneliness.
Days go by and there's nothing left for him to eat, at least nothing he knows how to get to. He's starving now, broken down to a point so low where he had never been before. This is when his organs start shutting down and he begins to die. It was sad and scary, but there was a feeling of relief as well.
Suddenly the door blasts open! Otis slowly looks up to see a firefighter, and a cop. Otis gets up and struggles out an alarmed bark only to collapse on the floor.
The cop bends down and rubs Otis’ belly. “It’s gonna be alright pal” he says, before examining the blood and bones on the floor.
Otis feels at peace now. “It’s finally over”.
He wakes up a few hours later at the vet. "Never thought I'd be so glad to be here!” he thinks to himself, smiling through the pain.
"You're gonna be alright pup." The veterinarian says, poking him. “You’re a good dog”
The end.
