To make a long story short I'll put it this way--I ran away from the
pound. I just couldn't stand it anymore. Day after day, eating the same
food, playing with the broken toys in the cramped corridors, and awaiting
day after day for the perfect owner to adopt us. To be honest, street
life wasn't exactly better than life at the pound.
For the first few nights, I hid out and slept in different alleyways.
My feet were sore and having numerous cuts and bruises, and nearly crying
from the bitter cold, and my poor stomach growling away in hunger. I found
some old, torn, beaten clothes in trash cans all along the street, but
still they were clothes, and they still kept me warm.
The Soup Faerie was the only one who kept me alive with her wonderful
bowls of soup. Oh, what delicious soup it was! I surely would have died
if it were not for the kind affection of the Soup Faerie.
One day, I was wandering down main street, when I just happened to pass
by the chocolate shop, a masked Lupe ran out from the shop, its arms full
of stolen chocolate Chias. The owner yelled, "Stop, thief!" but the Lupe
kept on running. It was my own unfortunate luck that the Lupe crashed
right into me, dropping nearly all of the chocolate Chias but one. I lay
on the ground, dazed, while the Lupe escaped with the remaining chocolate
Chia. All I remember next was the owner of the chocolate shop, running
out towards me. He said, "I've got you, there's no escaping now!" Then
I blacked out.
***
When I awoke, I was in a jail cell, lying on a bed that was even harder
than the street. I sat up, my head still throbbing slightly. "Can someone
please let me out?" I called, rattling the cell door. "Hellooooo."
A police Grarrl looked up from the book he was reading. "Sorry, but no
criminals get out."
"A criminal?" I repeated.
"That's right."
"I'm not a criminal," I pleaded.
"That's what they all say," the Grarrl replied. "The store owner said
he saw you with his own two eyes stealing all the chocolate Chias and
running out of the store."
"That wasn't me!" I insisted.
"That was some other Lupe! He crashed into me as he was making his escape,
and he just kept on running! I would never in my whole life steal anything!
Honest! No matter how hungry I was, I would never steal anything!!"
"Yes, yes, whatever," the Grarrl said once again. "That is what all
criminals say when they are caught."
I slumped back into my cell. It was practically hopeless to try now.
Everybody believed that I was a criminal. True, I did have a fancy for
chocolate Chias, but then again, doesn't every Lupe go crazy for chocolate
Chias? Just then, the door opened, and a high voice exclaimed, "I saw
the whole robbery! It was another Lupe who did it!"
To be continued...
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