Big Time Danger

Lost In The Woods part 1

Henry runs away after accidentally breaking James's lucky comb.

Henry's POV

It had been two days since my dog's birthday.

He was on the floor chewing on his squeaky football.

I was on the couch watching Rescue 911 on my phone.

It had now been 4 weeks since I'd accidentally gotten hurt.

My injury was still pretty sore.

Tucker's injury was no longer bandaged up, but he was still pretty sore.

While I was watching my show, Logan walked up and clipped my dog's new leash to his new collar.

"Come on, handsome."

When he got back from taking Tucker for his walk, we had breakfast.

James still felt terrible about me getting hurt.

He would probably feel guilty until my injury was fully healed.

After breakfast, it was time for the guys to head to Rocque Records to practice Oh Yeah and Intermission.

Before they left, James walked over.

"Kid, before we go, there's something you should know."

"Okay."

"That comb in the bathroom is my lucky comb. Nobody is allowed to touch it but me. While we're at Rocque Records, don't touch it."

"Got it, James. Don't worry. I won't touch it."

"Good."

"Okay, kid. We'll be back in 3 hours."

"Okay."

When they left, Tucker resumed chewing on his toy.

I was trying to watch my show, but the squeaking was driving me nuts.

"Tuck! Knock it off, boy!"

But he just kept playing with it.

I finally got annoyed and decided to play with my dog to wear him out.

I stood up and limped over to my dog.

I picked up his squeaky football and he barked.

He then stood up.

"You want it, boy? You want your ball?"

He barked and wagged his tail.

I nodded and threw his toy into the bathroom.

He chased after it.

He ran into the bathroom.

Minutes passed, and he hadn't come back out.

I limped into the bathroom to see what was taking him so long.

I saw him laying on the ground and chewing on something.

"What have you got, boy?"

I bent down to see what he was chewing on.

It wasn't his toy at all.

What he was chewing on was small and black.

I knew instantly what it was.

"Oh no."

I grabbed James's lucky comb and tried to take it from my 5 yr old German Shepherd.

But he turned it into a game of tug of war.