Post by lightning on Oct 1, 2010 10:13:08 GMT -8
A small circular area of earth suddenly quivered as though it were alive before collapsing in on itself. A small fox-like head with large ears suddenly poked its way out of the hole that had just been made and looked around carefully, its eyes watchful. Finally, the rest of his long squat form crawled out. It was a dog, a Pembroke welsh corgi to be more precise. And he hadn't been this happy in a long while.
Once his scheme to usurp Thunderbolt – Blunderbolt was more like it! -- had been uncovered, two police dogs hadn’t wasted any time in hauling Lil’ Lightning off to the pound. Compared to his comfy trailer, the pound was not his idea of fine living, to say the least. The food was terrible, and the place was drab. But what was worse was the looks of contempt and hate he often received from the other dogs in here. His treachery had been big news, especially in the animal world. Honestly, Lightning would've preferred being ignored like he had been before to this! His plan to finally get the spotlight had been perfect; he didn’t understand how everything had gone so wrong!
He had been surprised to see that two strange dogs had shown up in his cage. One was a poodle, and the other look like a walking, talking mop. Introducing themselves as the Pound Underground, the pair explained that they were on a mission to rescue dogs everywhere from the pound. Their idea was a pretty crazy one (every single dog? That couldn't be possible!), but they were busting him out of here, so he kept his snarky comments to himself for the time being. They had shown him the tunnel they had dug that led to glorious freedom, and the poodle told him to follow the mop. After walking through the long winding tunnel, they had finally emerged here, but not before making a few wrong turns in the yard in front of the pound.
In spite of their screw ups, at least these two didn't hate or ignore him like everyone else seemed to. Maybe these two yo-yos weren’t so bad after all. Turning around, Lightning shortly shouted down the tunnel. “The coast is clear, uh...” He had forgotten their names already.
Once his scheme to usurp Thunderbolt – Blunderbolt was more like it! -- had been uncovered, two police dogs hadn’t wasted any time in hauling Lil’ Lightning off to the pound. Compared to his comfy trailer, the pound was not his idea of fine living, to say the least. The food was terrible, and the place was drab. But what was worse was the looks of contempt and hate he often received from the other dogs in here. His treachery had been big news, especially in the animal world. Honestly, Lightning would've preferred being ignored like he had been before to this! His plan to finally get the spotlight had been perfect; he didn’t understand how everything had gone so wrong!
He had been surprised to see that two strange dogs had shown up in his cage. One was a poodle, and the other look like a walking, talking mop. Introducing themselves as the Pound Underground, the pair explained that they were on a mission to rescue dogs everywhere from the pound. Their idea was a pretty crazy one (every single dog? That couldn't be possible!), but they were busting him out of here, so he kept his snarky comments to himself for the time being. They had shown him the tunnel they had dug that led to glorious freedom, and the poodle told him to follow the mop. After walking through the long winding tunnel, they had finally emerged here, but not before making a few wrong turns in the yard in front of the pound.
In spite of their screw ups, at least these two didn't hate or ignore him like everyone else seemed to. Maybe these two yo-yos weren’t so bad after all. Turning around, Lightning shortly shouted down the tunnel. “The coast is clear, uh...” He had forgotten their names already.
