SuNsHiNe AnD rAiNbOwS!

First, there had been the big scary crash, with lots of sounds and noise and scariness. Then all of the other mean doggies had left him all alone in his small cage! But he was clever, and had got out of the terrible metal box. And now he was here, all alone, save for the scents of something that was dog but not dog. There were lines of these scents randomly crisscrossing the entire forest, seemingly pointless. Who were these wild scented dogs that left pee trails everywhere they went? Dark Tooth wasn't sure he wanted to meet one.

The fluffy Samoyed walked along one of these funny lines now, tummy growling. He sorely missed those dry pellets that came to him every morning. They were all he knew, and he found them delicious. But now he had none, and there was an empty feeling inside his tummy.

The scent of blood soon hit the young male, who paused, trembling. He didn't like blood. Blood meant pain, blood meant death. No, he did not like blood. Yet something drew the male toward it, a tug in the gut that pulled him closer to the pain blood scent. Across the pee-line he went, following the scent with his nose. His nose was very helpful, he noted. He had never had need for it before, but here it was, helping him! It was a friendly nose.

Some time later, after he had crossed the pee-line many times, he found the end of the trial, a cute little white bunny with huge bite marks in it's leg. Just like me! He thought happily. Except, I'm not dead. He gazed a little sadly at the cute little thing, could imagine it's little tiny nose twitching, it's bright eyes glinting playfully. Dark Tooth trembled, then shook, then began to cry, tears flowing openly from his eyes. What mean thing had killed the cute little bunny? Why? Why?