3rd Person

“How are we going to get away?” Paisley asked her siblings, watching Thomas and Mary out of the corner of her eye. The shepherd and his wife were loading their truck for a trip into the nearest town, a visit they planned on using to try and track down the pups’ parents.

Of course, the pups were more than a little afraid that the well-intentioned couple would end up landing them in even more trouble than before. They didn’t understand everything they overheard during their time with Anita and her goons, or even everything Thomas and Mary discussed about their plight, but they knew enough to realize that calling attention to themsełves was a bad idea. Yet at the same time, they wanted to go home more than anything.

‘Are you sure we should?” Ryder asked, having second thoughts about their plan. “It’s really scary being on our own, and they might be able to finds Mommy and Daddy.”

Riley was already shaking her head, understanding her brother’s hesitance, but knowing they couldn’t give in to their fear. The first place they’re gonna go is to the p’lice.” She reminded him.

“But why’s that so bad?” Ryder wondered, they might not be likes the NightFang police.. they might be nice.”

“But the police answer to the king.” Parker declared. “And if we tells them who Mommy and Daddy are, they’l tell him.”

They’re right.” Paisley sighed, ‘Anita was gonna sell us to the King, that has to mean he’s bad.”

I just don’t see how running away again helps us.”

Ryder grumbled. “We don’t know where we are or how to gets home.”

Listen, every tiny bits of progress we make, is one step closer to home.” Riley encouraged. “We don’t haves to know the whole plan, just the next piece.”

“It’s like Daddy says,” Paisley nodded, when a problem seems too big, just takes it one step at a time .”

“I think this problem is too bigs even for baby steps.” Ryder frowned, watching Thomas and Mary finish loading the cart. “And it feels bad, they’ve been so nice to us.

They have.” Parker agreed. “But you know grown ups – they thinks they know everything. They’ll never let us search our way.

“I guess tha’s true.” Ryder conceded, he’d seen the way adults always seemed to trust other grown ups over children. His Mommy and Daddy were rare exceptions, but friends, teachers and strangers never seemed to trust that such little pups might know things they didn’t. “So how are we gonna do it?

I say we wait until their backs are turned and make a run fors it.” Paisley declared, as if that decided matters.

how about a looky-loo.” Riley

being part of a team than doing everything solo. She loved having other pups to share the fun with, but it was still an adjustment. Paisley wasn’t used to consulting and sharing ideas, usually she just made up

looky-loo is when you create a ‘straction to make someone look in

good ‘straction, they won’t notice what you’ve done until

safer,” Ryder agreed, “we need as much time as possible to rurn ‘afore they start looking

do we ‘stract them?”

inspiration. The vehicle’s cargo bed was piled high with raw goods, while the towing hitch was linked up to a llama-filled trailer. “We could dump out all the stuffs from the

frowned, we shouldn’ make

have to chase them, but it

fretted, what if they can’t

big to lose, sides the

it.”” Ryder praised, sporting an

a plan?” Riley checked, “when we get to town, we lease the llamas and while they’re wrangling them, we makes a break for

looking to their youngest sibling for

little face scrunched up in thought, and she sent one last remorseful glance towards their rescuers before nodding as well. “Let’s do

who, upon release,

unloaded the truck bed, Riley hopped down and snuck around to the back of the trailer,

Thomas exclaimed, shooting a worried glance

I’ll be right back!”

away, taking refuge in a nearby alleyway. “I feel bád.” Paisley murmured as they

to be done.”

trotting back to the truck with a few police officers in tow. Immediately the detectives set about helping Thomas, not seeming to notice that they were straying

and scanning the square for signs of the children. We have to move

something smelly –

noted, wrinkling her nose with distaste as she inhaled the fetid

places or indeed – contemplate Riley’s unpleasant suggestion, a voice sounded behind

while the young pups always muddled a few of their words, this being was clearly a bit older, for her articulation

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