There was a dog, trapped under a pile of rubber tires.
You see, he had been sleeping there on the ground near a puddle of muddy water, when a shelf containing a lot of tires collapsed, and a few dozen tires had pinned him down. They were pretty heavy. The tires were pretty heavy. Poor dog.
It died a few days later. Hunger and pain. What the hell was it doing there in the first place? Thirsty and tired, I suppose. If it had've thought ahead a bit, it could have avoided the whole thing.
Personally, I feel sorry for the person who finds the dog. I wonder if he'll still have flesh when he is found. I think I'd rather find some dog bones than a dog corpse. The eyes are the real killer. Eyes are what make something alive. You could add a pair of eyes to a stone, and suddenly it would be alive, and you couldn't throw it anymore. Unless you were immune to guilt. And if you're alive, you're not immune to guilt. Maybe you can ignore it somewhat, but... I'm just not making any promises. Someone should've drawn eyes on those tires. Could've saved a dog's life.
Of course, we don't have to worry about that dog's life, this is only a story. Suddenly, the tires flew away and the dog was okay again. There. Then a big weight fell on the dog. Haha. I can be quite cruel to this little fellow. The dog caught on fire. The dog ate itself.
Hmm, no dog. Bad move. You see, in order for this to be a 'tale' as opposed to a 'thought', there has to be a character. In order for anything to happen, we need a protagonist. For simplicities' sake, we'll continue to use the same dog as before. To get him back into existance, we simply have him vomit himself up. You may be wondering how that can happen if the dog ate itself, and hence does not exist. Well, it stuck it's paw down it's throat, so ha.
The dog was confused, I imagine. Popping in and out of existance does that, you know. Suddenly the Earth ceased to exist, except for the dog. Space also ceased to exist. And time not only ceased to exist, it never HAD existed. I'm playing some games with the dog's mind, you see. This next part will be good.
The dog is now in the driver's seat of a spaceship. There is a sign in front of him which says "This Way to Get Out of Story". The dog considers, and pushes the go button, and heads out of the story. He is now out of the story. He glances back nervously, and increases speed. He is now going so fast that he cannot possibly be followed. "Stop writing about me!" he cries. His spaceship explodes. The dog dies again. The dog wakes up and goes insane. The dog runs and runs and runs until it finds a muddy puddle, by some tires. It falls asleep. Read again.