Action music played in Storm's mind as he crept throughout his territory. His owner, the dark-haired girl, was MISSING!
Yes, you heard me right.
The dark-haired girl was MISSING!
MISSING!
And Storm wouldn't let her status of missing stay that way - no! It must be back to found. Or . . . not missing. Or . . . in front of his face. Yes, she had to be in front of his face.
A noise startled Storm, making him jump a billion feet in the air, although, in reality, it was only an inch and a half.
It must be the kidnapper, Storm thought in outrage.
He noise came from his master's room. His heart pounding, he edged toward the door. A loud scream-groan came again.
Alright, Storm told himself, no more mister nice Detective Storm. I'm going to break down this door and save her from the evil fiends! If only I had my broom . . .
Now a bang came after the scream-groan.
Okay, so maybe he wasn't that brave.
He galloped straight into the bathroom and leapt into his trusty tub. Ah, he was safe now.
Storm dozed off, dreaming of magical pineapple juice.
🐶🐶🐶
"STORM!"
He woke up, suddenly all of his senses becoming aware of EVERYTHING. The fiends were nearby, and he knew it FOR SURE!
Storm jumped out of the tub, nearly falling on his snout. He could almost hear his owner screaming for help! I'm coming for you, evil fiends!
Ignoring all of his fears, the adventurous German shepherd bursted into the dark-haired girl's room, but much to his utter surprise and dismay, SHE WASN'T ANYWHERE TO BE SEEN!
HOLY FANCY DOG COLLARS!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO -
"Storm, were you in the tub again?!"
He lifted his eyes upwards, gazing into the brown eyes of the dark-haired girl.
"MASTER! MASTER! MASTER! MASTER! MASTER! MASTER!" Storm cheered.
But to the dark-haired girl, it sounded like "BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK!"
"Stop barking," commanded the dark-haired girl.
"ARE YOU OKAY?" cheered Storm, which, in human, translates to "WOOF!".
"What did I just say?" She frowned. "Now, were you in the bathtub?"
"WHERE WERE YOU? DID THE FIENDS COME AFTER YOU?" chirped Storm. (Translates to: AROOO ARF ARF WOOF BARK BARK BARK BARK AAAAARRRRRRWWWW, in human-tongue.)
"Shush! Can you bark any louder?!" The dark haired girl went into her room, and Storm skipped close behind.
She held up a sheet of paper. "I've been doing these stupid things called dialectical journals for my English class, okay? So stop barking."
"OF COURSE I'LL STOP BARKING!" (AAARRRFFFF WOOF BARK WOOF WOOF WOOOOOAAAAARRRRR.)
The dark-haired girl patted his head and walked toward the bathroom.
Storm jumped on a cloud and floated after her.
"Stop butt-scooting, Storm!" exclaimed the dark-haired girl with her hands on her hips. "Why are you so odd?"
Wait, he wasn't on a cloud?
"ODD RHYMES WITH DOG TREATS!" (WOOOOOOOF ARF BARK.)
His master began putting mini floppy glasses in her eyeballs. He stared at her, astounded at the immense complexity of today's gadgets. Floppy glasses? How he wanted some of those things! He wanted them now! What did they taste like? What did they smell like? What are they made of? Storm continued to watch his master in the big reflective thingy that hung on the wall that was so shiny and beautiful and reflective.
The dark-haired girl looked at him by looking in the big reflective thingy the hung on the wall that was so shiny and beautiful and reflective. And he stared back at her. And she stared at him. And he stared back.
This strange staring contest went on for a few seconds until she finished putting the mini floppy glances in her eyeballs.
"I'm going to go finish my homework now, Storm," she told him before flipping off the light.
Storm snuggled up in his glorious tub, thinking of how nimble squirrels are. Maybe he'd catch one of those nimble little creatures one day, or maybe not.
"Storm, stay quiet."
His eyes opened faster than lightning! So fast! So nimble! His eyeballs were skilled just like squirrels!
The youngest dark-haired girl stood in the doorway, holding a leash.
Wait, that meant taking a walk!
Wait, what about the middle dark-haired girl?
"You're coming with me," she said with a not-so-cheerful smile.
Oh no! This could only mean ONE THING, and ONE THING ONLY!
THE YOUNGEST DARK-HAIRED GIRL WAS THE LEADER OF THE HORRID, NIGHTMARISH FIENDS!
TO BE CONTINUED
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The Adventurous Adventures of Storm the Adventurous German Shepherd
HumorWritten by @AmbrosiaRose and dedicated to @beautifulunicorn555 :) Join Storm, a young German Shepherd, and his owner on a series of adventures that happen every day, except told from Storm's point of view. Delve deep into the mind of an adventurous...
