Rick came creeping up on the scene in desert camo. The townsfolk were still gathered around the burrow both curious about the interaction of the two groups of dogs under their feet and yet worried about the sick ones. Some were on their knees praying.
“They ain’t talking to the real God. The real God wants ‘em dead” Rick said as he spat on the ground.
* * * * * *
“Hey Timmy, I´m going to nose around outside and see if I can find anything out” Clapper said.
“Those people are still out there, they might hurt you” he answered.
“No, they brought us here. From what I gather, they’re on your side, but I am still not 100% sure”
* * * * * *
Clapper snuck out a rear hole. He immediately smelled traces of the poison in the air. He couldn´t pinpoint the source of the smell but it was surely not coming from the mass of the townsfolk gathered around the burrow. He picked up a strong scent and followed it to some shrubs around 30 yards from where they were. He found a scraggly man hiding out in the bushes in a prone position. The smell was surely coming from him.
Clapper snuck up from behind the man and with ferocious speed, bit off a chunk of the subject’s calf. “OUCH!” Rick cried from the bushes.
“Rick? What the hell you doing over there?” Judge yelled. “You ain’t got nuttin to do with these sick critters now, do you?”
Rick was wild eyed, “It ain’t right! Prairie dogs gots to pray! You shouldn’t have to teach ‘em. These here ain’t of God.”
Clapper was confused but he started putting the pieces together.
“These here Texas dogs are Godly. They pray. Ours don’t. Ours are of the devil”
Clapper finally figured out why he and his cohorts were brought to this dog town.
“Sheriff, put him in cuffs, for animal cruelty” Judge ordered and the sheriff obliged.
“Man law can’t get my soul!” Rick yelled as he was put in the Sheriff’s SUV and taken away.
“What a night, Judge!” Mary Ann said as her hand brushed his. She was surprised when he gently took hold of it.
“Yeah, sure was a little crazy. How about we make it a little crazier? I would like to ask you out to dinner with me some time, if you´d like…” he asked.
“My word, I’ve been waiting a long time to hear those words! YES!” she answered. “Look! There are some prairie dogs coming out of the borrow, they look fine!”
* * * * * *
“You were brought here to teach us to pray, yet you guys don´t even do it?” Sammy asked, laughing to himself.
“It’s what I gathered; and that crazy guy in the bushes tried to kill you guys for not doing so” Clapper answered, “I recommend you give them what they want. We can teach you how to meditate, we all do it. It’s wonderful. Life changing even. You could assume the prayer position and appease the townsfolk and yet benefit from this time spent”
“Ah-hem” Timmy said.
“Just keep praying Timmy” Sammy said, “You aren’t hurting or annoying anyone and you like it” he finished, giving Timmy a high five.
“Clapper, are you guys gonna stay with us?” Julie asked.
“I guess that’s up to the townsfolk. We are quite a ways away from Texas” he answered, “But, wherever we end up, I believe it’s how it’s supposed to be”
The end.
By Ryan 
Followed all five chapters, Ryan. A story well constructed and told. I, unfortunately, am over-analyzing it and can’t extract what the tale messaged – if there was such intent. Guess I’m simply not as smart as prairie dogs.
Thanks for sticking with me for five chapters. There is no intended message from me, the author. It was just a story that unfolded over five separate writing sessions. I was going to write one of those mock science pieces, but it morphed into this.
Enjoy when you morph.