The year was 1954 somewhere in southern Texas. Little (Y/N) was just 11 years old.
The day was a hot one (y/n) was walking down the old beat up dirt road to the nearest pond to catch some frogs for fun. When they arrived there they saw someone duck into the bushes near the stream bed, and went over to investigate. Sitting there was a young beat up boy with a hand made leather muzzle on. (y/n) backed up shocked "a-are you ok? " they asked helping to lift the small boy up. The boy pushed them back and turned to face them and grunted aggressively their direction. "Hey that was rude" (y/n) said getting up and brushing themselves off. But before they could scold the young boy they heard footsteps behind them. "GET AWAY FROM MY BOY!" a female voice yelled. Filled with fear (y/n) turned and ran as fast as their legs could go back to the house where they lived forgetting about the boy and women until many years later.
