It was the middle of the night and
all was quiet. He reached up and looked out of the whelping box but didn't see
anyone. He pulled and pulled as hard as he could and finally he was over the
ledge and tumbling onto the other side.
He stood up and shook himself, then
looked at the wonder in front of him. It was a big world and he could run free.
He gathered himself and launched into a run until he stumbled over something
But it wasn't one of his brothers or
sisters. It was a treasure beyond belief and it was all his. He thrust his head
into the fuzzy opening and felt the softness as he flipped it over his head. He
chewed on it and loved the feel of it. His tail wagged furiously.
All of a sudden, he heard someone
stirring, so he grabbed the fuzzy slipper and ran as hard as he could. But
something swooped down on him and before he knew what was happening, he was back
in the whelping box and his treasure was gone.
But that was okay, he knew how to get
out now and it would be the first of many adventures.