Kibbles: A Short Story

"Where are my parents?" She asked Sam's dad when he walked in the room, a rifle in his hands. "Where are my god damn parents!" She screamed when he didn't reply.

“I told you to clean this shit up, boy. What would your Mom say, when she comes home and the house is a mess. And it’s your fault. Yes it is.” Dad said. He sat back down at the table, eyes glaring at Charles.

“I heard my mom talking to someone on the phone about my Dad... and that I might be targeted because of him.”

Sierra had found the mother dog under a rock that used to sit on the cliff above her. Her goal for that afternoon was to pick some berries to make some pie. A little puppy was nudging his mother's motionless body with his snout and whining. Sierra, who was a mending witch, tried to heal the mother dog, but she couldn’t even close the wounds. A task like this was far beyond her ability. The mother had stubby legs, so they could not have been wild dogs. The witch scouted around the bramble and rocks for other puppies, but she found none. The short legged young dog would not make it through another season with its mother. So, Sierra took the only reasonable course of action and put it in her empty basket and headed back through the thicket to go

Suddenly, a scream louder than a dog barking for food could be heard. She turned around and there she was. Her daughter.

Father: "I won't lie to you, you're my boy... I don't know if i'll have to leave or not, but if i do." He looks down at his son with a serious and stern look "I know i'm leaving my wife, and my daughter in good hands, yours."

As William, John, and Kathy went in there a little puppy sat there in a ball on the ground. They went up to it to pet it but when they go close the dog barked. But they got closer and closer and the dog kept barking. They got close enough to touch it and he started to become more friendly. But William didn’t want a dog right now because it was a new house.

“ I-I-I am so sorry, I also have family issues.” She said with a sad look on her face “My father was in charge of Auschwitz and he let my little brother Bruno die in a concentration camp…” she was cut off by the noise of dogs barking .

Then Mom talked again “Well I know that you have been planning for her to come for a while but you need to understand that she isn’t going to absolutely adore the fact that you are trying to bribe her by getting her a dog.” There was some more muttering back and forth when suddenly I moved my foot just slightly and there was a giant squeak from the floor.

“Yeah and i'm dropping yall of at the park later on, and y'all better watch my kids!” Mom demanded.

I rolled my eyes at my overprotective mother, “C’mon, it’s not that big a deal, this is the first time this has ever happened. Besides, it’s not like I’ll be messing with them like that kid probably was. Look at those cute little guys, there’s no way they would attack so viciously at random.”

“Hi honey, I have been hiding this from you for a while but guess who's back at home again?” her mom says with a huge grin stretching across her tiny face.

“Why Daddy?” I asked him, slightly confused. I was just going to a place where friends, food and nap time existed, no big deal.

“No … get the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.

"My daughter is five and my son is one, along with our new puppy that eats anything shes finds on the floor and a cat."