The Little boy,(Click on for Short Story)

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" Mommy ,mommy look it's snowing!" The little boy yelled as he watched the small snow specks lay quietly on the winter ground. " Greg I told you to hurry up and get into bed or Santa won't come" The mother said. " But its snowing, may I go out and play" Greg asked. " No bedtime and by morning we can all go out and play" The mother said leading Greg into his room. Greg looked back at the window and nodded.The family dog watched quietly in the corner waiting and watching. After the mom left the little boys room the dog went in. Every night the dog crawled into bed with Greg. " Hi puppy dog" Greg said. The dog licked the little boy's face. " I wish you and I could go outside and play" Greg said. The dog lied his head down and fell asleep. Later that night the dog woke up noticing that Greg was not with him. The dog jumped out and searched the house for him. But the boy was no where to be seen. The dog crawled into the mother's room and licked her hand. But the mother smacked the dog in the snout. The dog ran to look out the window to see Greg lying in the snow. The dog ran out and pulled the boy back in the house through the dog door. The little boy was still alive but barely breathing. The dog barked a couple of times to wake up the mother. " What are you barking at dog?" The mother said walking into the room. She gasped when she saw Greg. " Sweetie wake up" The mother said. " Mommy, I'm sorry I just wanted to play with my friend" Greg said. " Sweetie what friend?" The mother asked concerned. " The snowman I saw he told me I should come play with him" The little boy said. The mother looked out the window to see there was no snowman. " Sweetie don't ever do that again" The mother said. Then the mother looked at the dog who was growing at the door. The mother quickly grabbed the boy and ran into her room. Then there was bang and a clash. " This is 911, whats your emergency?" The woman said on the phone. " Please help!" The mother said as her son was rapidly getting colder and colder by the second.

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