The Dog named Roger

The one that got away...

I made my distance between me and the racoon holding my knife tight.It stared into my eyes not scared at all, even though he knew I was going to kill it.

I held my knife up to his neck holding him down. I looked into its poor eyes. "Sick" all I saw was "Sickness". His poor little eyes got wide. I looked behind me and a deer had been in my bag of bread.
"GO AWAY!!" I shoed the deer. By the time I looked back to let the poor raccoon go loose he was gone. He had gotten away, he is alone, he needed me. I got up puting my bread into my bag and grabed my knife to take it with me. I ran the way the racoon went. I needed to find him, I can help him.