Scavengers Narrative

She took her large paws off him and sank to the ground in a pleasant sitting position, her tail wagging back and forth fiercely. The dog’s fur was a golden blonde. In the dark of the basement bedroom, it seemed to gleam, sleek and bright.

“-This is it.”- was Loki´s thought, everything was ready. It was time to set his plan in motion, but he wasn’t exactly thrilled about it. He sighed as he readied himself “-Did I miss something?”- He thought nervously, but he knew it wasn’t the case. “-I’d better go through with it, there’s no going back now, and this better be convincing. He bit his lower lip while going over his plan in his head “-Quit stalling!-“he admonished himself.

Looking down, her orbs locked with dull green ones. The little creature was rubbing against her black skirts, little vibrations catching against her ankle as it broke under the umbrella of lace. The cat poked its head out and mewled up at her. Smiling softly, the goddess reached down and picked up the tortoiseshell animal and held it to her breast.

Arva waited patiently her tail wagging and those blue eyes begging, licking my hand hand the entire time. My husband disappeared in the back seat for a minute and pulled out the green and red plaid emergency blanket. As soon as he set it on the ground, Arva knew what to do. We didn't coax her at all. Her tail wagged extra hard as she stepped on the blanket. With her head held high, a dogie sigh of relief escaped from her lips as well as few classic husky howls that melted our hearts. Arva was thanking us.

Big and fluffy, my furry friends long legs stand up to go outside. When let him out he prances to his toys and looks at me with his coffee colored eyes. Waiting for me to chase him, Arany’s long tail wags rapidly in the air. Chasing him I see his light golden ears flop around on his big head. Stopping to rest Arany sniffs my hands with his wet nose he sees that I have treats. Opening my hands I give him a treat and we go inside.

After a while of being scared of sounds and shaking in he kennel, workers began to see signs of small amounts of social behavior. After a few more days, Kristen (the person working with Belle) attempted to approach Belle and was surprised that Belle came to her instead. “There were glimpses

The dog drooled over the Owl and walked across the lawn. The Dainty Bear thought about the Dust Owl who helped him, thought above his lost Heart and Mind, thought about the other toys, and thought about his life. With one last thought, the Dainty Bear ran over as fast as he possibly could toward the big dog’s paws. “Let Go!” shouted the Bear with all of his might. He hopped on the dog, dragging the Owl out, bringing the Dust Owl to safety.

He grew and throve very well in his small cage. “Here he grew, and throve in strength and beauty under the care of an invisible protecting hand.” The animal’s owner provided all the life supplies he needed and nourished him everyday. One day he discovered that the cage was open. The animal was scared at first, but then approached it. He decided to make a run for freedom. A leap for liberty. The animal dashed out of the cage and now lives free like any other wild animal. Waiting and then taking the risk was worth the chance.

It was a windy November morning and Rosie had just got back from looking for wood in the forest near their home to put in the fireplace. Glindia heard Rosie come inside and she ran down the stairs eager to see Rosie and tell her how she had found Rosie’s pet crow she had been searching for .”I found your pet crow while you were gone, he nearly scratched my eyes out when I picked him up.” said Glindia laughing. Rosie mumbled “Good that's how I trained him.”. “What did you say?” asked Glindia. Rosie sighed “Oh nothing, thanks for finding him.” Glindia gave Rosie a confused look “You’re welcome.” Glindia did not like how rude Rosie had been lately because it has been ruining their friendship.

Meanwhile, Finny was in the garden trimming the bushes when he spotted baby Sebastian crawl by. "Awwww. How did you get here?" Finny asked, picking the baby up gently "we should get you back to Mayrin". They found Mayrin looking around inside "Looking for something?" Finny asked "Oh Finny you found him, thank you.” Mayrin took Sebastian. "Please don't ever wander off like that again. You had me worried" Mayrin cooed, hugging the baby.  Sebastian hung his head, "I'm sowy.” he whispered. Mayrin smiled “It's fine sweetie,” she said kissing the top of his head." now, I have to wash the dishes. You wanna help?"  The maid asked, looking down at the baby in her arms. Sebastian nodded causing Mayrin to smile as they started toward the kitchen. Finny had left the door open when he came in, allowing a certain demon hound to trot in.  Sebastian was sitting next to Mayrin's leg watching the maid wash dishes. When a teacup slipped out of her grasp and fell to the floor. Sebastian, still being a demon butler, reached out and grabbed the teacup before it could hit the floor and held it out for the maid. Mayrin just looked at the small child in shock. Sebastian just stared back up Mayrin, hoping that she wouldn't realize who he actually was. Several seconds later the maid shook herself from her stupor. "You know you remind me of someone.” She said to herself, not knowing that Sebastian heard her. Mayrin returned to her work and Sebastian relaxed

“This stupid cat ate all the ice cream and food!” Maisie yelled. The cat jumped out of the fridge and started running towards the door. Lily instinctively lunged at the cat and trapped the filthy animal with her backpack. “I got it!” She

"He arrived covered in fleas and unable to walk. and I had family in town for the holidays but I couldn't say no to him," sanctuary owner Elizabeth LaBauve-Williams said.

Clint slumped onto the couch. Breathing a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes for a moment. With the children all asleep, a peaceful silence hung in the air. Even the sounds of the dripping tap he needed to repair seemed to cease for this one evening, giving him almost complete quiet. But it never took long for the silence to transition from peaceful to strange and uncomfortable. As exhausted as he was, and as much as he enjoyed the peace, it made him restless. Blindly, Clint reached out and attempted to grab the television remote off the coffee table, without opening his eyes or shifting his body.

His fur was softer than any in the world; even though the only world he knew consisted of the rut-encased grassy plot in which he was born. His pale-spotted pelt glistened like stars in the sky; the white speckles will eventually dissipate like true stars: disappearing with the birth of new days. With eyes like marbles, the young mother gingerly gazed into the simple mind of her child. Their eyes met and her eyes made the instant gratification of a mother’s love. To enforce her affection for the babe, the mother whole-heartedly licked the babe’s potato-sized head. The fawn instantly chirped with glee for the proclaimed fondness that he had received.

“Dear little thing! It was nice to feel [the fur coat] again. … ‘What has been happening to me?’ said the sad little eyes” (Mansfield 175).