Monty, an overfed yellow lab, snuggled into Sandra’s lap. He whimpered in fear at the echoing bang of each gunshot that crept closer and closer. Sandra petted his ears and pulled him close. “It’s okay baby, I got you. Those monsters won’t hurt you.”
His stressed panting grew louder as the officers came down the block stopping at every home. She had to make a plan to save Monty. He was the only child that life had given to a barren, lonely woman.
Sandra got off her dog hair coated couch and walked into the kitchen. Monty followed with a whine and a yawn. “Alright, Momma’s gonna save you, okay Monty? I’m going to give you this tiny pill, then you have a nappy poo while the bad men are here.” Being a dog, Monty didn’t answer but waited excitedly for the treat wrapped medicine and ate it. Within five…
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