The stars dance in rhythm with the gentle waves. The moon peers over the distant treetops and points a shimmering gold dagger my way. The gentle breeze ruffles my hair and carries a slight scent of jasmine. I turn my nose to the wind and sniff it carefully. It carries no other scent that either excites or worries me. I lower my head to the water to drink. My nose touches the water and the stars disappear; the moon’s dagger bursts into a million points of light. I drink.

My thirst quenched, I again lift my sensitive nose to the wind and there it is, the scent that I’ve been looking for all night. Some unsuspecting rabbit has come out of his hole. I lock onto the scent and slowly and silently begin to work my way toward the source of that smell. I know that if I stay in the underbrush I can creep up to within easy striking distance of him. He doesn’t even know that I’m here. Slowly I creep through the forest of thin tree trunks.

The he is, only a few feet away as I gather myself for the lunge that will make him mine. Suddenly without warning I spring the few feet to where he stands helpless now. As my feet make contact with him my powerful jaws clamp down on him and meat and meat by-products fill my mouth to the point that it oozes down my jaw and the little crystal dish that he was sitting in skitters across the floor.

The voice of my master admonishes me, "Muffy, you knocked over your supper dish again." She sits on the floor beside me and I climb on her lap as she cleans up the mess I just made and straightens the little pink bow between my ears.

I look up at her and realize that she doesn’t even realize how much danger that she was in until I saved her from that vicious wolf that was stalking her. No wait, I was stalking a rabbit wasn’t I?