Another Pink Tail

This story is about a pink poodle but not the more famou/infamous one. This shall be a tale dedicated to Frazzles, the other long forgotten poor pink poodle.

Fraz didn't always used to be this panicky. He used to be just like any teenage boy growing up, happy, carefree and playful. Then one day, something happened and forever transformed his life.

Fraz had always done well in school, and was always first in spelling tests and mathematics quizzes. His English and Mathematics teachers were very proud of him. One day, his English teacher signed him up for a spelling competition. Beating all his schoolmates and children from the region, he advanced all the way to the nationals. His parents and teachers and friends were all very very happy for him.

Then came the fateful incident.

During the finals, Fraz felt rather nervous. Yes he knew he was good but it was after all, the nationals. He had spent the entire night before revising words teachers had given him, and after that read the Oxford Dictionary for Advanced Academics for the 12th time. Surely, I must be ready, he thought.

Anxiously, he waited for his turn. Finally, the word was announced to him, "Spell the word 'rhombus' ."

He was stunned. What? That was it? So easy?! Why just yesterday in school the Maths teacher was teaching them shapes and their properties.

He opened his mouth, "Rho.. Ro.. ..."

Blank. His mind was a blank. Suddenly, all those long bombastic words in the dictionary flashed by in his mind, blinding him. The voices of all his teachers and parents reciting words to him, testing him, preparing him. Was that a headache he felt? Concentrate! Can't... What's the word again? The word has vanished. All he saw were his friends and classmates jeering him, the look of disbelief on the judges' faces. No! No!

That instant, he couldn't take it anymore. He screamed and ran out of the auditorium. He ran as quickly as his legless body could take, all the while still screaming, shrieking in his teenage boy squemish voice.

Ever since then, Fraz had never quite recovered. He became very panicky and was always very conscious of himself. The poor pink poodle...