Shriek, she heard it alright. It was from the woods, where during the day, everything was silent. Tonight, it was different. The hairs on her legs and arms were rigid, as she turned her ears to the source of the sound. Nose on the ground, I sniffed, pulling her owner through brambles. She wasn’t happy, but then, this was important.

‘Scamp, what on earth are you doing?’

He didn’t stop, not even when his owner let go of the lead, someone was in trouble, he was sure of it. He heard his owner, calling, shouting at the top of her lungs. I mean, she doesn’t understand.

I stop, and then I see it, someone has fallen over – I run to her, ready to help. Behind me, my mistress. She takes one look at me and gives me a grin. I’m a good boy, I might even get a treat when I get home.

‘Good Boy Scamp,’ my mistress says.

Helping the other person up, I lay down.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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