Maxamus sat around thinking. "dad said that it was 'fun' being three legged, he got picked first for everything." thought Maxamus. He contented to think for till the sun started to set. By this time he was surrounded by other pups. Finally he bit his left hind leg as hard as he could. He then began to cry and everyone became shocked and ran around panicking. He bit again this time harder. As he bit harder and harder he cried harder and harder. eventually the pack healer came and found him with a nearly missing leg, he was still hanging on and chewing at his leg. The healer dragged him to her den leaving a trail of blood behind. Once they were there his leg finally fell of and he fainted. No one could wake him up. The healer tried to do everything she could to wake him up and save him but by the time the sun went down he was dead.
