A Thing

You pick up the cotton ball and toss it up and down a few times. You smile. It's just the perfect weight to kill a small dog if you throw it right. You begin to advance towards the growling. Suddenly at least 25 small pomeranian dogs jump out and you and surround you, each growling and snarling and hissing ferociously. Their teeth glint in the moonlight like newly sharpened knives, and their eyes seem filled with fire and hatred. It's weirdly scary despite the fact that the dogs are only a bit higher than your ankles.