Danger Over Walls
I lean against my chair. Carefully, I slip a peek. The coast is clear. Soon I find myself headed out of the house's comfort, I pick up my bike. It's 10 miles on bike, so I already have the basics. I had water, food, and a phone. I am going to make a stop at Diversity Street, to pick up Fernana, the dog. After 5 minutes of gravel roads I arrive at Fernana's prison. Unlocking her gate, she eagerly sprints out. I have everything I need.
Fernana is only a puppy, she wouldn't weigh 8 pounds if I weren't feeding her. She is small for a golden retriever, the so called caretaker had abused her after she was born. She was barely a 8 grams at birth, the caretaker had no intentions of helping the puppy grow. I did some research on Fernana, and found out when she is an adult, she will be the size of a normal newborn puppy. I place her in the basket In front of the handlebars. Soon, she is fast asleep.