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When I woke up I felt energized, but then I remembered the state of the predicament I was in. I first had to start by checking my injury; my paw looked like it was scabbing over so I left it alone. I decided to make a plan for getting home and I also needed a plan for finding food and shelter. At last I was on my way to home in California. “I hope I still have one”, I thought. As I was walking, my stomach started to rumble. I thought to myself, “I am hungry, I need food, and that sausage did not fill me up”. I set out for more food. As I was walking along I started to hear a river, and as I followed the sound I was thinking I wanted fish for breakfast. When I came to the “river”, which was actually a small stream, I was disappointed. “At least it’s fresh water”, I said in a starving voice. I took a couple sips of water and when I was done drinking the water I saw some wild blueberries across the stream. I was crossing the stream and felt something swim across my paw. When I looked down there was nothing there, but I saw the shiny scales of a fish coming toward me. I had an urge to pounce, so I did. I snatched the fish up in my paw and bit down. I carried it to the shore of the stream and ate every bit of the fish except the bones. I also added a few dozen of berries. I was full then, so I kept on walking.
I had come to the outskirts of a city, the sign said that the name of the city is Jamestown. As it started to get dark, I told myself, “I need more food.” I went to a neighborhood to beg for food at one house and was given some stale cheese puffs. I was still hungry, so I went to another house and had a broom thrown at me, then finally I was given a meat and cheese sandwich. I was full after that so I went to go hunt for a place to sleep. I found a house with a deck and a hole in the side of the house that led into the crawl space. I went in and found that it was very warm in there. I fell asleep quickly. As I slept, I was dreaming that I was playing with my family. We were all playing Frisbee. I was about to catch one when I heard a car start. I woke up when the owners of the house left. I started to ask myself what time it was. “How would I know? I have at least the sun to look at ...I guess.” I saw that the sun was all the way up so I guessed it was about 11:30 - 1:30. I was disappointed to see that half of the day was wasted by sleeping.
I ran to the other side of the city and saw a gas station to rest at. I overheard some people talking. One man said “I am going to Denver all the way with no stops but for gas.” The other person said, “I am going to Las Vegas.” The first guy said, “Cool!” I decided to go with one of them. I chose to go to Denver because he had a truck, while the other person only had a SUV. As he started his truck I hopped in the bed of it. I was happy that no one saw me jump into it. We got on to the highway and I felt like I was home in our family car. I fell instantly asleep to the hum of the engine and the little bumps in the road. I was jerked awake when we stopped moving, he cut the engine, and slammed truck door. I looked up to see the truck driver had found me and covered me up with a blanket. When he saw I was awake he patted me on the head. He was so kind that he gave me some tuna with cheese on the side. He started to speak, “I had a dog just like you once, and he was a golden lab. He was my life, my friend, I miss him. So that is why I am trying to take care of you little doggie.” While he was getting gas he said, “One more stop and we will be in Denver.” I said “Yeah!”, but in his mind I only barked happily. He pet me very softly and I jumped out to use the restroom. When I got back in, his truck was full of gas and we sped off so fast we left a cloud of dust. When we finally got to Denver, he stopped at a Holiday Inn. Then he said this is our last stop, I barked a goodbye, and left.
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I'm lost. I've been gone from my home for quite some time. I'm somewhere in between New York and California, I'm in a big city it is full of people, some that are mean, some that are nice. Once I got hit by a broom, another time I was given a meat and cheese sandwich. I ate it appreciatively... wait, let me tell you what led up to this…I was walking with my family through a city in New York, when all of a sudden I smelled a cat in the alley ahead. I went after the cat, but I was stopped by my collar. I kept on pulling my collar, but it was breaking. I didn't care so I kept on pulling, then my color broke. I went after the cats for 7 blocks; I kept on chasing the cat until it went through a pipe. I went in after the cat because it was the alley’s only way through. The pipe only led me to the entrance of an abandoned warehouse. The warehouse had holes the size of a small wastebasket in the sides of the walls. The holes in the walls were big enough for a cat to fit through, but too small for a dog like me to fit through. At first I did not hear the hissing behind me,and then when the cat went through the crack in the wall I gave up.Then I decided to walk home,but when I turned around the entrance was blocked by a dozen or two of mad cats. I felt paralyzed in fear. When they attacked, I fought to get out of the alley. However, when I was out I realized I was lost!
The second I started to walk away my front left paw felt like it was being cut. When I looked down I saw blood in the shape of my foot on the paved asphalt of the alley. I had to limp to a park so I could rest on the grass. As I was walking to the park I was also leaving a trail of blood.
I chose to lay at the base of a tree because the shade was cool. As I was laying there I decided to look at my cut and as it turned out, I had a headless thumbtack stuck in the main pad of my foot. As I tried to get out it seemed to go farther in my foot. When I was finally able to get the broken thumbtack out, it was dusk. Even though I was in pain, I had to find food and a place to sleep. I went to another alley to check for food. When I rummaged through the trash of a deli, I found some sausage links that were not too old-looking. After I had eaten one link I heard a menacing low growl. So I slowly turned around and from the shadow of another dumpster I saw the golden eyes of a pit bull.
When he came completely out, I could see that his ear was halfway ripped off and was hanging down. He spoke in a low gravely voice. “This is my turf! Who are you?” he said.
“I am Jackson. Who are you?” I said in a trembling voice.
“I am a pit bull as you can see” he replied.
“That is not what I meant” I said.
“Then what did you mean?” he growled.
“I meant what do they call you? I answered..
“Who is they?” he said sarcastically.
“What do the other animals call you?” I replied.
“I don’t have a phone to talk to the other animals with.” he laughed.
“Ha Ha, how about this, what is your name” I desperately said.
“Oh, they call me the killer” he growled.
“That is all I wanted to know.” I said as I smirked. Which dogs can’t do so I failed. I looked down to see if the sausage was still there. It was. I looked up and the killer was gone. Then the smell of sausage was disappearing so I looked down again and it was gone. So in fear I left the area. I was surprised to see that for how dark it was outside it was still crowded.
I had become frightened because I realized that I was a homeless dog. I'm so used to being provided for that I produced a small whimper. t least I have the galaxy above me and I get to sleep under it. I started to feel tired. “My muscles are hurting” I said to no one. So I decided sleep under a bush because the clouds looked like it would rain. The bush did not work like an umbrella like I hoped it would. I debated whether I should stay or find a new spot to sleep and decided to leave. I went to the outskirts of the city and found a car junkyard and jumped into a car that had its windows rolled down. I went into the back seat to sleep for the rest of the night.
We start in a couple's house in the 1900’s. Dana, our main character, is turning 26 with her husband Kevin. Suddenly she is whisked away and put in the 1800’s. Because of this she met a slave owner's son Rufus who was only a child at the time. She was apparently there to save him from dying, to protect him. However, every time she is on the edge of death or severely hurt she comes back home. On her second time back, Kevin comes with her. They were there for two months and each visit gets longer and longer. When she was in trouble she called out, but Kevin was too late. It was only hours that she was gone in real life, but in the 1800’s Kevin had grown to live there for 5 years. Kevin is so strange, so changed when they got home. On Dana’s final visit she does something so disgraceful…