Watching and Waiting
Watching and Waiting My name is Pup. I knew they were near. I could sense them, smell them. I knew they would get me and kill me if I refused them. I was scared, frightened, petrified. How did I find myself here, what had I done to merit this much loathing? Why me? I was only a youngster. I crawled under the bush and crouched down as low as I could get. I wished I lived underground. A snap of a twig, rustling of leaves. There was no wind. They were close, getting ever closer. I decided to run. I was up and sprinting as fast as my legs would carry me. Fear made me twice as fast as I usually was. I had to get away. If they caught me they would do things …