My heart is pounding like it never has before. They are right on my tail and I have little time before they capture me. I am running as swiftly as I can, dodging the beautiful autumn trees. I wish I could stop to admire their beauty, but that would be a death sentence. I keep running, but I am quickly tiring.
Up ahead I see a waterfall. I can hear the breathing of my pursuers. As I reach the edge I start to slow down. I face my opponent, gazing into its deep brown eyes. I noticed a strange clanking sound. It is slowly becoming louder and louder. My opponent lunges towards me.
I am startled into reality. The worker pours my food into my bowl. It spills all over and he just goes down the hall, clanking the cup against the bucket of food.
I climb to my feet groggily and stretch. Sniffing the spilled food, I can tell it’s the usual blend, butcher’s garbage. I still wish they would change my water. It tastes horrible after sitting for a couple of weeks.
“How ya doing, Mits?” It was the beagle in the cage next to mine. Also, my name is Mitsy. Buddy, the beagle, calls me Mits sometimes.
“Good, but I hope I’m out before noon,” I reply.
“Don’t worry, pup. You will get out. I know someone would be dying to adopt you,” he barks.
I am in the pound and I can’t wait to get out. My stomach is doing flips, because if I’m not out by noon it will be bye-bye life for me. The pound is like a jail for dogs who do nothing wrong and when you check in for too long you are sent to the back room to be put down. My deadline is today at noon.
I watch the seconds tick by on the clock. Watching dogs and cats screeching as they are hauled away to their doom. My heart is starting to beat faster as the clock moves toward noon. Then, all too soon, it’s noon.
Right on time a worker is coming to get me. I go to a corner in my cage, but he reaches in and grabs me. He starts carrying me to the back. I think fast and bite his hand as hard as I can. He drops me and I hit the ground. I speed away and I spot an open window. Racing as fast as I can, I jump up on bags of kibble and I jump out of the window.
I’m free, but I don’t have long to think about it, because the worker is chasing me. I run into the forest. I’m running and running as the shouting fades into nothing. I keep running though, because I am in a trance from the beauty of the outside world. I don’t even see what is in front of me.
Wham! I hit something and fly backwards. I am in a daze and I’m confused. Someone is shouting loudly. “Hey, watch where you’re going! You slammed right into me! Now I’m going to lose another supper,” someone shouts madly.
A cat is getting up from the ground. He has black on the top half of his body and white on the bottom half with a black goatee on his chin. He pounces towards me. “What are you doing just staring at me?” he asks.
I said,”I didn’t expect to see anyone here. What is your name?”
“My name is Cookie,” he grunts. “That’s Coda.” I turn to find a bunny sitting behind me.
Coda remarks, “Cookie is nice, but you don’t want to get him mad. Even though he doesn't eat anything alive, he’ll say you’re for supper.”
“I just escaped from the pound,” I bark. “Where did you guys come from?”
“Same place,” Cookie snaps. “We broke out a few weeks ago.”
“Do you want to come with me? I’m looking for an owner,” I exclaim with excitement.
“Yes! Of course we will. Right Cookie?” Coda jabbers.
“Oh all right,” Cookie mumbles. We set off through the woods, looking for signs of humans. So far, there is no luck.
After awhile, we hear a noise coming from the bushes and deep brown eyes are staring right at me. They look familiar. Then, I suddenly remember my dream.
Out bursts a large wolf and it charges towards us. We run side by side. Two other wolves pop out and separate us. Then just like in my dream a waterfall is dead ahead. I slow down as I get to the edge and turn to face the deep brown eyes. For some reason they look sad. Then the wolf lunges, but doesn’t attack. The wolf pushes me off the edge and goes with me.
We fall and hit the water. I am stunned by the hit and can’t move. The wolf picks me up carefully and places me on her back. We are swallowed by the current.
We wash up on shore. She gasps, “My name is Autumn. I will not hurt you. Please take me with you. I need to get away from the pack.”
“Ok, but why do you need to get away?” I ask confused.
“I don’t like to kill and the pack wants me to. I overheard you talking and I want an owner, too,” she pleads.
I agree, “Ok, you can come.” I see Cookie running towards us. He is soaked, so I guess he jumped off the edge. Cookie is yelling to come and we see Coda with an injured leg. Autumn takes him and places him on her back. We need to move fast and find someone to care for him.
We are running now and we are searching and searching. A wonderful sight comes across my eyes. A house here in the woods with a girl and her mother gardening. We run to them and they take pity on us, since we are dirty and hungry. They bandage Coda’s wounds and take him to the vet later. They take us in and we have an owner. Autumn is kept outside and is fed, so she doesn’t have to kill anything. Cookie, Coda, and I are kept inside and are having a wonderful life. I finally found an owner.
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Mitsy's Adventure
Short StoryMisty is just regular pound dog. She wants so much more out of her life. Read about her adventure and see how she finds her true happiness.