I swaddled down the dreary street, as the leaves were threwn recklessly around me, creating the perfect autumnal scenery. The sun was setting as slow as a snail as I trudged my aching feet down the cracked path, each step feeling like a minute. Then, however, I found some jagged pebbles scattered along the sidewalk. Full of curiosity, I threw the pebbles in Farmer John’s paddock, aiming for the suttle lake, positioned at the exterior of the colossal paddock. However, one of my throws was too near, making contact with a brutal German Shepherd’s kennel. My body was jelly as the shepherd slowly but steadily emerged from the kennel as I took off.
My eyes darted behind me and my cheeks turned pale as I sprinted through the parklands breathlessly. I wheezed and gasped for air and circled the parklands, looking for a place of refuge. Then, I suddenly spotted a weary tree with branches sticking inadvertently out of the tree. It was my only hope. I took a deep breath and jumped over the tree, landing on a spot, above the ground
I prayed terribly that I wouldn’t fall from the height that could partially break me. My hand vibrated back and forth as I clung my hand to the tree. But then tragedy struck ( at least partially). A hard gust of wind swept past me, ripping the branch off. I closed my eyes in braed position, ready to be eaten as I fell to the ground. But then, I realized something. The dog had gotten brutally hit. I was safe. For now.