by classi » Thu Dec 23, 2010 2:08 am
Username: Iceon
Pup's Number: 1
Pup's Name: Sparks
Pup's Gender: Male
The truck bounced. The small puppies inside were wrestled from their sleeping places, and tumbled onto the cold floor. The driver in the front took no notice -- his eyes never moved off of the road even for a second.
One of the puppies, a white male with multi-colors waved his fan of a tail. "His eyes must be glued to the windshield!" He decided, just as the car slid to an abrupt halt. The male let out a small yelp of pain as he crashed into some black, hard thing.
His sister, Arabella, a blue puppy with some white, rushed to his aid. "Are you okay?" She fretted, barking nervously. The man in the front whirled around and cursed. He leaned forward to snatch a stick from the wall.
"Sparks, RUN!" Arabella screeched, fleeing to the back of the car. The man let out a wicked laugh and clubbed Sparks over his head. In a daze, Sparks spun to the floor and lay -- motionless.
Arabella snarled and lept at the man. "Don't hurt my bro-" The driver knocked her away easily, like a horse pushing away a fly. Arabella lay on the floor next to Sparks. She whimpered and pawed her ears.
Then, finally, the man opened the door and went out. Sparks let out a sigh of relief, until he heard voices outside.
A few minutes later, another man entered the dusty red van. He smiled, showing a mouth full of crooked teeth. Sparks shyed away. This man was more evil than the first!
The driver had kept him and his sister in a cage, with food and water once a day. The food tasted like dust, and the water had a metallic tint. Every time they made a noise, he had grabbed the club and whacked them on the heads.
Then, a loud car pulled up. A woman with a western accent swung open the door. Sparks stumbled to his feet and peered through the crack in the seat to get a better look.
"You have puppies in the back? Mistreaten puppies? You are both under arrest for animal cruelty, and selling puppies with out a license."
The men obliged. Apparently, they knew better than to argue with a police officer. Arabella barked, and the lady leaned over to look at them.
"Poor scraps!" She crooned, shoving the men into a car. Then she came back and gently scooped them both up. She carried them to a different van, and set them inside.
"Food!" Sparks squealed and slid towards a silver bowl filled with food. As he dug in, he noticed it tasted like food... not dust!
Arabella followed him, and lapped up the water in the next bowl. By the pleased look on her face as she drank, Sparks guessed that it was better than they used to have.
***
A few months later, they were in good condition again. The animal rescue society gave them good food, good water, and most of all -- a good home. Then, the time came to put them up for adoption.
And that's where they are now.