The Lost Toy
By Kate
As I flopped out on the recliner, I heard Tyk
begin to whine and whimper. I looked at
him sniffing around and smiled. The time
had come.
“Brian!!” I shouted. I
heard fast pounding footsteps as Brian ran to the living room. He burst through the doorway and stopped, out
of breath. “What, what??” he asked
anxiously.
“You’ll never believe it, Bri, but Tyk
lost his favorite toy: his rawhide chew!”
Brian’s eyes almost popped out of his skull. He looked at Tyk,
who was having a fit by now. He howled
and ran in desperate circles. “Oh, no,
he did?!” Brian dropped on all fours and
began crawling around, searching for it.
Tyk sniffed frantically at everything and
slowly worked his way to the fireplace.
He barked and yapped and scratched at the glass. The Chihuahua ran away, then head-on at the
glass. I scooped him in my arms before
he suffered a concussion. Stupid dog.
I opened the fireplace while Brian was stuffed under the couch,
sneezing from all the dust. I took out
the rawhide and dusted off the cinders before giving it to Tyk. I smirked, wondering if I should tell Bri
what happened. Nah.
“Hey, Brian, look! Tyk found it in the toilet!”
The End
