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