You are spotted
"Oh, it's just the wildlife, Mrs. Hilkins. He's probably spotted
a roki bird or some other little critter." a cheerful voice by
the shattered window told her.
"Maybe so, but you never know what's out there. It might be a
golwolf or such. Honey, will you go see what's wrong with
Cuddles?" Mrs. Hilkins asked.
"Sure, Mom!" a familiar voice about your age chimes.
Cuddles!?!? You can think of a lot of adjectives for this animal, but
cuddly or cute is not on that list! 'Oh well,' you say to yourself,
'at least I won't have to fight him.'
The door creaks open, and you crouch down low. You decide to use this
opportunity to sneak away and silence your screaming throat. If these
people are crazy enough to name this dog Cuddles, who knows what
they'll do to someone on their property. You imagine yourself hanging
over a boiling vat of oil as mad hooligans prod you with a wooden
stick; laughing in a rush of insanity.
"Mom, there's nothing out here. Just Cuddles and... what the!?!?
Is that who I think it is?"
"Now what in the world is that dog growling at?" a careworn
female voice asked.
