
- The clock echoes around the room. Children watch it, wait for it to...CHING! The children grab their bags and rush outside into the cold winter air of Alaska. Adults leave their houses and stand in the snow staring down the street. Off in the distance a flare if fired and the crowd goes crazy. House pets and strays gather around the edges, watching and waiting. The first two dogs are spotted, and are racing towards town. Soon the whole team is right behind them, and then the sled. The snow pushes out of their way ass they run along. Following them the other team, racing against the other. The dogs pant and pull forward next to the rival team. The snow began to get lighter and not so dense as they neared the town. They were neck and neck as they raced, the mushers smiling at one another like good sports, while the teams, once all friends were now broken part by competition. They used to love each other, play together, but the race ruined it all for them. Winning ran through their veins. The town streets neared and the lamppost lights were just turning on as dawn began to creep upon the small area. The first team stumbled giving the second a chance to race past. Children went crazy and cheered the coming team on. Through the finish line they went, followed by the other team. The mushers shook hands and dipped their hats at each other. The lead dogs snarled at each other, their fur standing on end. A fight happened that day. Competition hurt their friends, or who they thought were their friends.
Generations later their grand-children are alive and well sled-dogs. As pups they were all best friends, but when they were introduced to sledding as a competition they grew hateful towards each other. The great sled race is happening again twelve years later. Both teams are being put together, harnessed and attached to the sled. The teams are led to the starting line, and lined up so they start at the same place. Children and families line the street once again cheering on the two musher and their teams. The starting flare is fired and the crowd cheers, as the dogs began to run. Snow moved beneath their paws as their mushers steered them forward along the snow. The race is a four day race, with stops in between. After about six hours of running the snow began to fall, and wind began to pick up. The teams were not far from each other, but neither musher could tell where anything was. A blizzard was announced in the town and people began to pray the mushers were okay. The lampposts were turned on, just in case the mushers turned around. The snow hit the dogs in the face and soon they had no idea where to go. They had no idea where they were. The musher of team one stopped his dogs to look around with the lantern. Then continued on. The dogs began to loose their footing and realized they were on the edge of a ravine. The snow began to turn into ice and the first team slipped, falling and tumbling into the ravine, their musher crushed by the falling sled. Team two wasn't too far behind and heard the yowling of team one. Sadly musher two didn't think right and pushed his dogs faster, ending up having the same fate. Both teams, hateful towards each other now have to get along to work together.




























