JDRAG
The ball never hits the ground. John fetched, grew wings, and guards the hoard — he does not breathe fire on holders.
He waited by the door.
Porch John
$PORCH
No wings yet. Just a good boy and a ball he will not drop.
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He did not drop it.
Star Chase
$CHASE
One storm, one ridge, one light he mistook for a ball and kept.
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He still wags when he flies.
Winged John
$WING
Crimson wing, golden bone, a retriever who will not quit the ground even after he leaves it.
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Loyal. Legendary. Unstoppable.
John Dragon
$JDRGN
Fierce wings. Soft heart. The goodest boy ever to guard a hoard.
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The mountain does not sell.
Hoard Keep
$HOARD
A castle with a dog's idea of treasure: gold, stars, and one ruined tennis ball.
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Only paper hands burn.
Paper Ash
$ASH
The fold, the flinch, the exit — a mascot John keeps the fire for.
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Wings or not, he comes.
Come Home
$COME
The banner can wait. Someone said his name from the porch.
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He lives in the chest. Seven houses, one tenant: the dog who will not drop whatever that heart kept.
He lives in the chest.
Inner John
$INNER
The tenant in the painter who opened her own chest and would not close it.
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Mars is still a ball.
Launch John
$LAUNCH
The tenant in the roofless house, mid-fetch, convinced a planet will land in his mouth.
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The door stays gold.
Gilt John
$GILT
The tenant on the gilded threshold, ball of attention undropped, convinced the crowd said his name.
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He held the line.
Stand John
$STAND
The tenant in the general who would not leave the winter field.
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The silence did not win.
Heard John
$HEARD
The tenant in the composer who kept the tune after the room went quiet.
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He would not put the question down.
Light John
$LIGHT
The tenant in the scientist who chased a beam and called it fetch.
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He comes home.
Our John
$OURS
The tenant on the last night in the national shirt, ball undropped, back in the house that called.
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