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Rated: E · Campfire Creative · Short Story · Action/Adventure · #2111208
Noah loses his dog Cooper after he goes berserk.
[Introduction]
I was walking Cooper through Bryant Park. It was a peaceful day, and Cooper was acting normally, that was, until Cooper started going berserk. He started running along the trail of the park, and pulled against me with so much force that the leash was yanked right out of my hand! The dog started running out of the park, and I chased after him as fast as my Chuck Taylors could go.
“Cooper!” I yelled. I got no friendly bark or even a mad, sad, or lonely bark. “Cooper!” I yelled once again. I got no response. I was wondering where the heck Cooper had went, when I saw a Saint Bernard tail tail disappearing into Redtail Woods. I shuddered, about to chase after Cooper in the woods when I checked my watch, and saw it was 6:24. Dinner was at 6:30, and Mom would be mad if I was late, so I decided to go home. I assured myself that Cooper was all right, and kept looking back as I ran back home. But I saw no brown and white dog appearing from the edge of the woods. With a heavy heart, I walked up the front steps of my house. “Mom, Dad!” I yelled. “I’m home.”
“Ok Noah!” said Mom. I walked to the table and saw Dad getting some meat loaf and peas. “Did you take Cooper to the dog kennel out back?” asked Dad. I didn’t like lying to my parents, but if I told them that I lost Cooper, they wouldn’t dare let me step foot out of the house to look for him, so I had to lie. “Yeah. He’s really sleepy and I don’t think he’s in the mood for catch this night. Sorry Dad.” I lied.
“That’s OK, I was gonna watch the news anyway tonight.” he said. I breathed in a sigh of relief, and ate my dinner that night without worrying of being grounded forever.I showed my plate and cup which were licked clean to Mom, and asked if I could be excused to go to my room. She said yes. I ran to my bedroom and started to pack what I would need to spend a few nights in the Redtail Woods.
I packed two shirts, two pairs of jeans, a water bottle, a few days worth of food, a pack of bandages my Swiss Army Knife if I ran into any unfortunate creatures or people, and a pack of matchsticks to light a few fires. I was going to go out that night, but the woods at night make me shudder, so I decided to leave at the crack of dawn the next morning. Before I went to sleep that night, I wrote a note that I would leave on the kitchen table.

I am leaving to find Cooper who I lost yesterday while walking him. He ran off into the woods, and I decided to find him today. Please do not freak out. I will maybe be gone for 2-3 days or more or less. I don’t really know. The one thing I am asking tis to please not go out and try to find me. I have packed essentials, so don’t think i’m not prepared.
-Noah

The next morning, I woke up, got dressed, and filled up my water bottle. I went downstairs, and set the note on the table. I took one last look at home while I put on my sneakers. I said a silent goodbye, and went outside.
I ran as fast as I could to the woods, and drank a big gulp of water when I got there. I thought where to look. Maybe I should just walk and call out to Cooper, he’ll sure bark or respond, he must be scared by now. I thought. I agreed with my plan and did as so. --->>
“Cooper!” I yelled as I was a little deep in the woods. “Cooper!” I jumped up as a heard a bark. A bark that sounded like Cooper, but a lower voice. I ran toward the sound as fast as the wind, to find nothing there. I then heard the bark again, and I realized it was a little farther away, I silently ran toward Cooper’s bark, and found Cooper laying in the wood chips.
“Hey boy!” I exclaimed. “ But Cooper just growled. “It’s okay. It’s me, Noah. Your loyal companion.” I said reaching to pet him. Cooper than gnashed his teeth at me and bit me. I winced in pain as I fell to the ground. “Cooper! What has gotten into you. You seem like you’re in a trance.” I said. And it seemed as if he was. His used-to-be kind brown eyes had turned a vicious red-like color, and his teeth that used to be in the mouth that covered me in dog slobber were now as sharp as fangs.
Cooper growled, and I backed away and ran. I needed to find out what kind of trance Cooper was in. I ran far deeper and deeper into the woods. And then I stopped. I saw a cottage-looking thing, so I walked to get a closer look. As a small breeze blew, a small sting got to the bite Cooper gave me. I remembered that I had packed some bandages in my bag so I wrapped one on my bite.
I started to walk toward the small house, and knocked on the door. An old hag appeared there. Here eyes were a mysterious red. I was going to say hello when the old hang pulled me in and locked the door. “Hey what-” I started, but the old hag covered my mouth. I tried to muffle out words but couldn’t.
“Did you see a dog. A big husky white and brown dog. With red eyes?” The Old Hag asked in her raspy voice. I then knew she was talking about Cooper. I wanted to ask her how she knew about Cooper, but if I did. She would know I knew about him and wouldn’t let me out unless I told her where he was. And if I told her where she was, maybe she would kidnap him. I lied, for the second time in the past day.
“No. Why do you ask?” I lied. “You don’t need to know.” said The Old Hag, even raspier than before. “Why did you capture me?” I asked. I needed to know a bit more about this lady. The lady looked at me ferociously, and went to another room in the cottage. “Follow me.” she said.
I followed her and was shocked to what I saw. Probably a dozen dogs. I saw a Great Pyrenees, a Alaskan Malamute, a German Shepherd and a few more. I noticed they were all one type of dog. They were all big and husky, and strong. I saw no Yorkshire Terriers, or small Beagles. And they also all had red eyes . . .like Cooper did. Cooper was a Saint Bernard.
“Why do you want the dogs!” I said loudly. The Old Hag smiled at me. “I need big strong dogs to haul all of my belongings to every village in the woods. So I can make thousands off of fortune-telling. You just say something they like, and they pay you. I’ll be RICH!” exclaimed The Old Hag. “And that’s why I need to find that brown and white dog. He’s the biggest of them all. These dogs are nothing without him.”
I felt the anger boiling up in me. These poor dogs, taken by this hag. If I didn’t save them, they, including Cooper would be worked to death. “Stay here.” said The Old Hag as she went to another room and shut the door.
I saw the dogs did nothing that a normal dog would do. They just growled . . just like Cooper did to me. I didn’t dare try to pet them, they’d gnash at me. But I couldn’t pet them even if I wanted to, they were all in big metal cages.
“I wish you dogs would turn back to dogs, please.” I said quietly. Suddenly, as if out of magic, the dog's eyes turned into different colors, natural colors. Not only that, but the dogs actually started moving and barking. I guess my parents were actually right about please, and it being the magic word.
The dogs broke out of their cages, and at once The Old Hag came in the room. Before she even knew what was happening, the dogs stormed out of the room behind me and we ran across the woods. Since the other dogs were out of the trance I assumed that Cooper would too, and I lead the dogs to where Cooper was, but we couldn’t find him there. I heard a playful bark at the edge of the woods and saw it was Cooper.
I looked at the other dogs. They said a silent goodbye to me, and I could sense they were thanking me for saving them. Then they each went their own separate ways. That left me with Cooper. “C’mon Cooper.” I said. Then we ran toward home.
As we entered the house, I realized I now had to face the doom of my parents. But to my surprise when I entered the house with Cooper, my Mom was just coming downstairs. She looked as if she just woke up. “What were you doing outside at 7:00 in the morning?” she asked. I realized that my parents wake up at 7 on Sundays.
“Oh, we were just having some fun.” I said. I raced to the kitchen and found the note still there. I crumpled it up and threw it away. “What was that piece of paper?” asked Mom, who had just entered the kitchen. “Oh, just a loose-leaf piece that Cooper was chewing up out back.” I lied. Mom just nodded and started to make some coffee. If only she knew that morning I had the biggest adventure of my life.



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