the sun was setting and a few clouds could be seen in tan and orange sky. The evening was often a welcome relief in a late spring day, as the only shelter that could be found during the day was high in oak trees lining thickness of the gravel road. This time he was little, but is connected to a series of small house together. the sound of the road was not very quiet, as the birds and crickets could be heard all around. It is, however, very quiet. Unlike the usual humidity, as was elegantly cool. On May have felt like early April, but all other signs point to the end of May.
peace was suddenly broken by the soft sounds of tires moving down the street. noise were not tough enough to get the car moving along the concrete. wheels were soft, and sounded almost as loud as a whisper as Split dirt road.
They belonged to the little red bike slowly prodding his way up the hill on the occupied streets. Pedal along the bike was a boy, his sandy blond hair sticking out from under the brightly colored helmet. On the back, lay a heavy backpack looks, boyish looking with a few patches decorating their seams. Specifically, a patch was great debt with the name "Eric" embroidered in white letters on crooked.
The boy's eyes were fixed on the road, trying to be as careful as possible. Sun May are bright enough for now, but the light is less and less with every minute. By the time he reached his home, would be almost dark. Keep your eyes on the road. Tata has said a lot of people get injured on bikes when it's dark. I just make it past the pond, and through the woods. Then just our mountains, and until August. Keep your eyes on the road ...
Although he was not very good from a distance say, Eric has had at least a mile and a half more before they will be withdrawn in its August That's okay, though, because he was still very young. Like most other boys his age, Eric was quite bright, but not very knowledgeable. However adorably naive, but still not really aware of how the world worked.
As has pedaled his bike down big hills and past a small pond on the side of the road, he suddenly caught his brakes firmly. His wheel turned slightly at an angle and his bike quickly slowed to a stop, stopping in front of the little duckling in the middle of the road. Eric was almost thrown to the ground, but managed to keep his balance, saving a child's in the process.
duckling was anything special. It is brown and yellow feathers did not say if Eric is a boy or a girl duck, but it's still cute anyway. Its tiny beak and half closed eyes made it seem almost like a duckling that was on the edge, but for whatever reason, it hobbled towards Eric. He smiled brightly as a small ball of brown and yellow are rubbed against legs.
"Hey, little duck!" He spoke of a creature with a higher pitched voice, sounding warm. It was if he was talking to a puppy. "Where's the rest of his family ?"
Almost answer to Eric, the little duck waddled halfway back across the street toward a bush near the pond. Under the low, red branches lie beautiful adult duck, dark brown feathers adorning her body. Eric should be girls, because they have dark green heads hung out with a boy duck. She was keeping watch over the four or five other children by her, looking increasingly worried about the sixth wandering in the road.
Despite his mother's fear, indeed shuffled back to Erica, rubbing his feet again. Eric found himself chuckling softly this time.
"Is that your mom there graceful ?"
adult duck quack released in response to Eric's. He could only smile in response.
Eric did not seem to care though, as an innocent little duckling continued to rub against his legs.
"You're a cute little ducky." He found himself talking to him more directly than before. "You know, I have a dog and a cat in my house. Maggie and Oreo. I bet they'd love to play with you ."
He also commented on in the bush, as the elder's taken more assertive position. He was not sure if he imagined the look of concern around the stem or not.
: "Go ahead ... go back to my Mom's. I think that he was concerned ."
a little bird rubbed against Eric's foot one last time, then flew halfway across the road again. In the meantime, Eric has climbed on his bike, as well as duckling gave him one last look before shifting back under Bush to return to his family. Eric smiled at them, but her mother's disapproval seemed to glow.
We found his age, Eric waved at the ducks as he pedaled off.
"Farewell duckies !"
few minutes, and about a mile and a half later, Eric found himself going down the final hill leading to his August His calves are tight, and the inside of his thighs felt too painful, but he still prodded along, standing on his pedals as he ascended gravel hill that was his August
Once on top, and a bit tired and sweaty, Eric dropped his bike in front of his porch, and headed towards the backdoor. He stopped right before turning a corner, lifting the weight of his backpack from his shoulder. He began fumbling through the bag, looking for his house key. It took several minutes, but after awkwardly rooting through disorganized books and loose papers, held a small pendant with a plastic black and white cat in the appendix. Relieved, turned corner, looking for a cat that inspired his parents to buy a keychain.
"Oreo! Oreo !"
When he came near the door, however, before the eyes of his pet was not as welcome as it should be.
When he came near the door, however, before the eyes of his pet was not as welcome as it should be.
...When he came near the door, however, before the eyes of his pet was not as welcome as it should be.
...When he came near the door, however, before the eyes of his pet was not as welcome as it should be.
...Surprisingly, Oreo did not end its quest there, even after the impact. Instead, she hopped around Eric and pounced on the helpless rabbit one last time.
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Eric said, kicking the cat again, tears starting to stream down his face. Speaking the same words as before, his mind was too clustered to think of anything new. He was a stir of emotions at the same time angry and sad. cat who was sleeping on his bed just the night before, hissed in disgust before the final withdrawal of the neighbor's yard.
..."Mom! dad! Is anybody home? help! need help !!"
No one answered his calls to her aid. Eric was afraid, and even worse, he had no idea, do it. He tried to silence her whimpering, while trying to get my thoughts in order.
stop being a crybaby. Dad says that only the baby crying like that. Maybe the rabbit is ok.
are still not sure what to do, Eric slowly walked back out to see another unexpected scene in front of him. a large St. Bernard has made its way onto the porch, and he was whimpering with the rabbit. The boy's red eyes suddenly widened with a gasp of relief.
", Maggie! Maggie!" His attention returned to the rabbit short. "Is he ... it's okay ?"
an old dog looked at the sobbing boy in front of him with sad eyes. She cocked her head down, and began sniffing at the bunny rabbit while whimpering softly. Eric began to cry again.
Maggie continued to take the rabbit in his mouth gently, slowly and ran across the grass. Hope, Eric walked with him as aa great animal plopped on the ground in the last remaining sunlight a day . It opened its jaws, leaving the bunny going as Eric dropped to the ground with them. Maggie whimpered softly in injured animals, and began licking it gently.
A few minutes later, Eric and Bunny are both calm. Maggie seemed bleak, and suddenly stopped comforting little creatures. She seemed to look at it pitifully, and stared at her for several long seconds.
"Maggie ... what's wrong ?"
Eric's old friend looked at him sadly, then turned his attention back to the rabbit, giving her one last lick. After that, she was a tiny thing back in the jaw, and stood with him.
"What's wrong ... Maggie ... it's fine now ?"
Bernard jerked his head up, her gray muzzle shine at night because he threw the rabbit into the air, catching the teeth. Bunny's whimpers back a moment, followed by grinding to have the hairs on Eric arms stand straight on the edge. It is time for him to realize what his dog is doing, but from the first crunch that came from the mouth of Maggie, he knew.
<] P] "Nooooooo! Nooooooo! Nooo, let him go! DO THAT DO NOT DO NOT hurt him !!!"
Eric began punching his dog wild, beating on her back and trying to force her to let go of the rabbit. His cries echoed in tandem with the screams of a little bunny rabbit, and crunches come from Maggie mouth as she chewed a rabbit several times. After a few seconds, the rabbit finally silenced.
Eric still beat on her dog, even after he left his prey. Maggie continued to chew, the more blood is sticking out of his mouth. Swallowing every last inch of the rabbit, in the end there was nothing left to gnaw on, and after a few seconds more, Eric has finally lost the power to hit your dog. His cries never lost their energy, however, still tears staining his cheeks.
"No. .. why ... Why did you kill him? It's not fair ... it was just a baby ... only child ..."
Eric laid on the grass as the sky turned dark blue by the minute. He cried on several occasions, it can only handle what happened. Like most other children, he could only react. He cried and cried and cried.
"It's ... it's not fair ..."
After a moment, Maggie laid down beside him. She supported her graying muzzle on Eric's shoulder, quietly whimpering in his shirt. It was quiet, but now was not the same quiet and calm that preceded it. Now the crickets and birds, accompanied by soft sounds of the boy crying and his dog is trying its best to comfort him.
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