I wake up, the bright sunshine blinds me. I slowly regain my vision as I see the owl sleeping. I slowly creep out of the nest and resume where I left off on my journey. I go on the path, this time I know where to go.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't da' Bud impersonator." Spike approached me.
"Hello, Spike." I reply.
"What are ya' doin' here?"
"I'm on my way to Detroit."
"Then you're goin' the wrong way, man."
"Really? That owl said this was the right way. Owls are always right."
"Accept when they lie." Spike smiled an evil smile.
"Owls don't lie. Especially that owl."
"Really? How long have you known that owl, or any owl in general?"
"Umm...." Good point, I thought.
"Ha ha ha. Speechless. Admit it. I'm right."
"Fine, you may have a good point. But it doesn't mean you're spot on correct."
"Whatever." He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
"So, what way is the right way?" I look around, he vanished. "Spike?" Nothing.
"Hahahahahahahaha!" I heard him, but I couldn't see him. "Ya on ya own, pup! Hahahahaha!!!"
"Spike? I...I'm sorry! Y-you're right! I was wrong! Just come out! You're kinda' scaring me!"
"I told ya, ya on you're own. Hahahahaha!" His voice faded.
"Spike? Spike? SPIKE?!?!?!?" I scream. Tears started running down my furry face. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY!"
"It's funny alright, hahaha!" That wasn't Spike's voice.
"Oh no, is that-"
"C'mon boys. Get out here." The wolves.
"It's the one that got away."
"Oh no."
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A Puppys Wish
AdventureBuster, a 6 month old border collie puppy, was a stray. He would stay in the clear during the day, and walked the streets at night. With the help of his older brother, Max, he has avoided animal control and/or being capture and put into the pound.
