Millie: a story of family (part 2)

fox-1448392_1920I closed my eyes, preparing for the animal to rip me to pieces. What happened next was unexpected.

“Hey honeybee.” It was Tony! I didn’t know how he had gotten there or why he had come, but it was Tony.

I stared at him, a mix of incredibly surprised and kind of confused. Finally he got off of me, and I stood up.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him. “I’m not a dog, Tony. You need to find a new best friend.”

“I don’t wanna,” He argued. Then the saw the look on my face. “I promise I didn’t know,” he said. “Roger kept it from all of us.”

“I know,” I said. “But I live here now. There’s way fewer people, more trees, and maybe somewhere around here there’s even another fox.”

He looked at me with an expression on his face that I’d never seen before. Almost as if he was more scared than I was, so I sat down next to him and let him talk.

“We miss you a whole lot, honeybee. Roger only kept it from you to protect you, and he never told me because he knew I’d tell you. Max hasn’t eaten or slept since you left, and Cleo…..” he paused, swallowed hard and spoke slowly. “Cleo’s gone.”

I jumped up. “Where’d she go off to?”

“The dog catcher came,” said Tony. “She was the only one not fast enough to escape. She’s old, no humans are gonna take her in.”

“We gotta break her out!” I yelled, then I suddenly stopped. “You gotta break her out.”

“Come on Millie,” he begged. “You gotta come back. Like I said, Roger was only protecting you.”

“I don’t need protecting!” I yelled. “I can take care of myself as you can see.”

I know that,” said Tony. “But Roger doesn’t.”

“Well then let him see for himself.” I ran off, but before I had run too far I glanced back ever so briefly, and saw Tony sitting there. He wouldn’t leave, I mean he’s Tony, but he couldn’t come after me because I’m faster than him, so I just turned and kept running.

I reached a place where there were fewer trees, and the grass grew long and covered me almost completely.

I continued to run, but the grass tripped me and I fell.

I stayed down for a minute, realizing I might never see Tony again. I don’t know why, but I closed my eyes. My life came back to me, the memories, the happiness, a time when running from the dog catcher was the only downside, and it meant nothing because I was with my family, and nothing could change that. I thought of Tony, running, barking, laughing, trying to keep up with me in races, and getting into trouble with me just so that we could find a way out.

I couldn’t handle it, I decided to stop feeling.

Suddenly I felt dead, not the kind of dead that Roger used to tell me about, where you go and live in the clouds and look down on everyone and have no problems, the kind of dead where you just stop living, and nothing happens. You can’t think, you’re like a robot, and you can’t be depressed because you just can’t feel anything.

I heard a bark and a whimper, and I heard Tony struggling, but I didn’t feel it. Everything was a dream, and nothing made sense. Suddenly I think I woke up, something had grabbed me and was swinging me around so violently that I wasn’t sure if I could move.

It threw me against the ground. I got up and looked at it for a second. bear-89000_1280It was huge and furry, and it was making some sort of growling moaning sound. I couldn’t tell if it was angry or why, but it was trying to kill me!

“What’s your problem?!” I said before dodging a blow.

I heard yelling, “Millie!”

I jumped onto the creature’s back and then back off again before he rolled over. “Tony!”

I couldn’t take the creature down, so I ran to the trees. It chased me. When I reached the trees I made as many tight turns as possible, like Max had told me to do whenever running from something bigger than I was.

The creature was falling behind, but one problem still remained, where was Tony?

I saw a large hole in one of the trees and jumped into it. The creature ran past it, and once it was out of sight I jumped out and yelled, “Tony!”

There was no response, so I ran back to where I had left Tony. I wanted him to either be there, or for the place to be empty.

When I got there, he wasn’t there, but to make it worse the place wasn’t empty. There were claw marks in the dirt, and a puddle of blood. A long streak of blood trailed from it and ended under a tree, where Tony’s body was lying.

I ran over to him. “Tony, please don’t be dead!” I almost screamed.

He just lay there. I shoved him. He didn’t move, he wasn’t even breathing, and I felt the world go silent as if time had frozen.

I remembered something Roger had told me, “Stay strong kid, the worst thing that you can do in a fight is let the enemy see you weak.” Then I realized that the enemy had already taken everything.

Slowly, my eyes closed, and water poured out of them. I couldn’t speak. I felt as if my heart had stopped beating, and everything in the world that mattered was gone.

Then something broke the silence, “See why I need you, honeybee?”

Tony wasn’t dead! I was so happy I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I hugged him really tight.

That was the day I realized that I need Tony just as much as he needs me.

To be continued in “Millie: a story of family (part 3)”

Millie: A story of family (part 1)


Hello, my name is Millie. I live in an alley in a great big city that I don’t know the name of. I am a pup – at least that’s what Roger tells me. Roger is the leader of the street dogs (and yes, dogs can be organized just like people).

My best friend is Tony, a black lab pup about my age, though he is much taller. We like to play games and search for food – and trouble – together. He calls me, “honeybee” because that’s what the name Millie means.

Max is a bulldog boxer mix. He is like an uncle to all of the pups and is Roger’s best friend.

Cleo is a Golden Retriever mix. She is the oldest dog in the group, and everyone goes to her for advice.

Those are only some of the dogs in our group, and big or small, fast or slow, and fearless or fearful, they are my family, but this is the story of the day I forgot that.

I remember it clearly, it started early in the morning when all of the street dogs were out looking for food. Like I said, Tony and I always look together, but today something was different.

I think I must have slept in a bit late, because when I looked around the alley, no one was there. Tony hadn’t decided to wake me up, which is really weird because whenever I sleep in Tony always wakes me up. I walked slowly deeper into the alley, the place where the cats stay and we avoid.

I was a little puzzled, but it is hard for a dog to be puzzled for long because they naturally find an explanation whether it’s right or not, and then they are set on that explanation. The explanation I came up with was that I was dreaming, and the reason I was still dreaming was because I had slept in, so I prepared for Tony to wake me up.

Suddenly, a dog-like creature walked by. It had an orange and white coat, and black legs. It had ears like mine, and I could have sworn I had seen it before.

It glanced at me with it’s big eyes, then it passed by me.

“Who are you and why are you here?” I yelled after it.

It froze in it’s tracks. “I am here for the same reason you are,” It said.

“You’re looking for your group?” I said.

“Of course not, I belong to no group.”

“Well then why are you here? I mean, dogs rarely come here.”

“I am not a dog, I’m a fox!” said the creature quickly before suddenly running off.

“Well that was a short conversation,” I whispered to myself before running back to the dog’s part of the alley.

The group had returned from the morning search and was sitting and eating their food.

I ran towards them and just as I had almost reached them, I thought I caught a glimpse of the creature. I stopped, walked back and looked.

The creature wasn’t actually there, it was a shiny piece of meal someone had throne out, I think it’s called a mirror.

I may be a dog, but I know what a mirror is, and when I looked into it, I saw the creature.

I was startled, and confused, but I quickly came up with an explanation, and it was right.

“I-” I began. Suddenly all the pieces came together. “I’m a fox.”

“Millie,” I heard Roger yell. “Come on over here.”

I turned and looked at him, and suddenly it felt like my whole mind was smoldering.

He began to walk up to me. “Millie, you okay?”

I jumped back. “Stay away.”

Roger looked startled. “Millie, have those cats got to your head? I told you us dogs always avoid them.”

My voice changed to somewhat of a growl. “I’m not a dog and I think you know it.”

“What a you talking about?” Roger tried to look confused but behind his eyes I could tell he knew exactly what I was talking about.

Tony came over, and because I was beginning to panic I screamed, “Why didn’t you wake my up?”

Tony jumped, I never yell at him, not for anything, I guess my nerves were just shot.

“I wanted to let you rest,” Tony began. “You were making whimpering noises all night in your sleep, I thought you could use some more rest.”

I turned to the mirror again. My ears fell to the sides of my head like they do when I’m upset.

I looked at Roger. “I can’t believe you would hide something like this from me.”

Roger opened his mouth to say some ridiculous excuse but I silenced him. “I’m not a dog,” I said as I felt my eyes swell up. “I never was. I don’t belong here.”

I ran right past them and out of the alley, I had no intention of returning.

That night was cold, and lonely. It rained hard, and as the water fell all over me I remembered all the happy memories that I shared with the alley dogs, and then I tried to forget.

When morning came, I felt like a whole new dog – I mean fox, I guess.

I climbed into the back of a pick-up truck and it carried me a long way. The wind raced by me, and I felt the memories being blown away and thought, “They won’t miss me, they don’t even care.”

When the pick-up stopped, I was in a new world. Everything was different. There were so many trees, not as many people or cars, and even the air was different.

There was no alley and no street dogs. I suddenly felt scared. It was weird because I had never been scared of anything before, not when I had first decided to run away, not even when I had climbed into the back of the pick-up.

Now the feeling ran over me as if everything else had been a dream, and I had been startled back into reality and it felt so cold.

I walked slowly over to a tree and lay down by it. I was tired and scared. I didn’t know what would happen next.

I remember waking up and I felt as if I had slept for weeks. It was still pitch black outside, but I didn’t notice. I walked to a pond and drank a long drink of water. I sat there for hours, till the sun finally came up.

I didn’t see any other foxes, the only creatures there were small with a fluffy tail and the weird ability to run up the side of a tree.

Then, suddenly, there was the sound of something bigger than those weird creatures, something slightly bigger than me, and it was in the bushes. I froze (I think that’s what wild animals do when they hear a predator).

It came closer, I began to tremble, and I remember it jumping out at me and knocking me flat on my back.

To be continued in “Millie: a story of family (part 2)”

“Just get it done” Poem

When morning comes,

All plans have changed,

Thoughts are different,

Nothings the same,

Yesterday is forgotten,

As today will be too,

Along with all the work,

That you planned to do,

If you put it off,

If you continue to run,

It will sit there forever,

So just get it done.


“Rachel Platten’s Music” Poem

This is a short poem I wrote for Rachel Platten and her music. Her music inspires me so much.

Your music,

The inspiration,

Like a tree with so many beautiful branches,

The peace,

The determination,

Like a flower that never stops blooming,

The grace,

The fascination,

Like a swan that glides across the lake so freely,

Nothing can describe the beauty.

The Song of the Wildflowers


When the wildflowers sing,

So silently,

And the trees flap their wings,

In the cool spring breeze,

This is the time when the birds are free,

And the wildflowers sing their song to me,


When the squirrels jump and play,

And the air is sweet,

I could lie here all day,

In this summer heat,

And the wildflowers grow tall,

And will sing silently,

For they still miss the days,

Of the cool spring breeze,


When the leaves leave the trees,

And the wind blows hard,

And away go the bees,

In this cool, quiet fall,

And the wildflowers stay,

And shed their seeds,

That they might blow away,

In the strong, quiet breeze,


When the leaves all die,

And the snow is let free,

I’ll remember the tune,

The flowers sang to me,

And when the winter is gone,

And the world feels brand new,

The wildflowers will come back,

In shades of yellow, green and blue.

Melvyn: Stray puppies

Hello random people who are reading this. If your name is John Snow Thomas White and you are the guy at E class who calls himself my teacher and keeps on attempting to bond with me then please go away.

Anyways, my name is Melvyn. If you haven’t heard of me then you should read my previous posts.

Today I am going to tell you the story of “Stray puppies”.

I was on my roof (because that is my favorite alone place) when I heard a sad sound, “crunch, crunch” it was the squirrel on my porch, eating stale raisin bread without mustard.

“Poor guy,” I said. “Having to eat raisin bread without mustard.”

Then I heard another sound from under my porch. “Ruff, ruff!” It sounded like the bark of a dog who wanted raisin bread with mustard.

I looked down. I saw four black and brown puppies.

“That’s odd,” I thought.

I climbed down. The puppies froze. I took a step back, they took and step forward. I took a step forward, they turned around and ran.

I ran after them. They’re clever little guys, because the first place they ran to was under a hole in the fence. They thought I couldn’t follow, but they were wrong. I ran right through the fence.

Eventually, I caught up enough to grab one of them. She was the smallest, and they must have all been very protective of her because once I grabbed her all of them stopped.

“It’s OK,” I said. “I won’t hurt you guys.”

I put the puppy down. I pulled out a meat stick that I happened to have in my pocket. They all began to sniff at it. I set in down on the ground and they gobbled it up real fast. I pulled out a lean 32 oz well done beef steak I just randomly happened to have in my pocket. This time they all began to bark and jump all over me. I fell backwards. They ate the whole steak.

“Okay guys, that’s enough,” I said.

They kept barking.

“You’re still hungry?” I said. “You sure have big appetites.”

I picked all of them up and brought them to my house.

“My Mom won’t let me have a dog,” I said. “So you guys will have to stay temporarily .”

I brought them into my room. I gave them some raisin bread with mustard.

They just sniffed at it. I guess dogs don’t like raisin bread with mustard.

I gave them some dog food that I had in my closet just in case my Mom got me a dog (which she never did). They seemed to like that.

After they were done eating, I looked at the ceiling fan.

“Okay guys,” I said. “Want to do something fun?”

They all began to bark.

I picked up one of them and put them on a fan blade. I did this with each of them.

Then I grabbed onto the fan blade that had the smallest on it. “Kids, don’t try this at home,” I said as I turned the fan on.

Even though it was on the “Low” setting, I felt like I was moving at the speed of light, especially when the fan blade snapped and the puppy and I went flying out the window.

Luckily, there was a bush under my window. Unluckily, it was a thorn bush.

I just stayed there, with thorns all over me, holding the puppy out of the bush.

By the time the puppy and I got out of the bush and into the house, it was midnight.

The puppy was fine. As for me, I was in serious pain.

“Okay guys,” I said. “Let’s go to bed. We’ll work on finding homes for you tomorrow.”

The next morning I gave the puppies some dog food and water.

“Let’s go find you guys some homes,” I said when they were done eating. “It’ll be easy. After all, who wouldn’t want to adopt a puppy?”

I took the puppies out to the sidewalk that I use to walk to school every weekday.

I put them in a box that said “FREE PUPPIES” on it.

I waited. People walked by but no one seemed to notice the box.

“Free puppies!” I yelled. That must have startled the puppies because they jumped out of the box and began running down the road!

“Wait!” I yelled. “Come back!”

They just continued running. I ran after them.

A truck was driving in their direction. I tried to get it to stop but the driver couldn’t hear me.

Then someone came out of nowhere and into the road right in front of the truck and snatched the puppies up out of the way just in time.

When the truck had passed, I crossed the road to the puppies and the person who had saved their lives.

She was wearing a black hoodie with black pants and grey tennis shoes. Her hair was brown and her eyes were hazel.

“Hello,” I said. “My name’s Melvyn.”

“My name’s Lillie,” she said with a smile.

“Have we met before?” I asked.

“No,” she said quickly. “I’ve never seen you before.”

“Oh,” I said. “Well, thanks for saving my puppies. I mean they’re not mine exactly, at least not for much longer, I’m trying to find homes for them and it’s not going very well.”

“Oh,” she said. “Well, I’m going to get a puppy, my Mom and I were just going to drive down to the dog shelter.”

“Well,” I began. “Would you like to adopt one of these guys?”

“I’ll ask my Mom,” she said before she ran off to her house.

When she came back all the puppies began to bark, and she didn’t say why but she was going to adopt all of them.

That’s the story of “Stray puppies”.

Melvyn: William’s birthday party.

Hello random people who are reading this, I am Melvyn. If you haven’t heard of me, then read my previous posts.

Today I am going to tell you about William’s birthday party.

I was in my room, thinking about cool things like raisin bread with mustard, which I’m not allowed to have anymore because my Mom thinks it is a waste of food!

I heard a knock at my room door. “Come in,” I said. “Oh wait, you can’t.”

I walked out of my room. It was my Mom.

“Honey,” she said. “William is having a birthday party and you just got an invitation in the mail.”

“Yay!” I yelled. “I can bring raisin bread with mustard!”

“No,” said my Mom. “That is a waste of food.”

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll bring cookie sticks and mayonnaise.”

“How about we bring him a present,” said my Mom. “Any ideas of what he might like?”

“Raisin bread with mustard?” I said.

My Mom gave me a weird look. “Still no,” she said.

“How about his favorite, pickled salmon with tomato sauce?” I suggested.

“No,” said my Mom. “Maybe should pick out his present.”

The day before William’s birthday party my Mom was wrapping William’s present. I still didn’t know what it was.

“Is it a tin of sour cream and bananas?” I guessed. “Or a life-size statue of an anteater?”

“No,” said my Mom. “Nothing silly like that.”

“Those things aren’t silly,” I said. “They are quite cool.”

My Mom just continued to wrap the present.

The next morning I got up even earlier than I do for school. Then I remembered, William’s party wasn’t till after school. I crashed back into my bed and slept another hour.

At school, I sat impatiently waiting for the bell to ring for lunch so I could sit next to William and share the raisin bread with mustard that I had hidden in my backpack so my Mom wouldn’t find it.

It took forever. E class seemed to be the longest because there was no one to talk to besides that annoying guy who calls himself my teacher. Also I was out of comic books and I had to save the raisin bread with mustard for lunch.

When the lunch bell finally rang I raced out of my classroom and into the cafeteria. I jumped onto a table and looked around for William. I didn’t see him so I yelled, “William! Where are you?”

There was no response so I walked over to the lunch line to get school lunch just in case raisin bread with mustard wasn’t enough. After I dished it up I went to a teacher and asked her if she had seen William.

“He’s in lunch detention,” she said.

I was so mad I threw my school lunch towards the window and accidentally hit the E class guy in the face with it. I started laughing, and as one of his ridiculous attempts to bond with me he began to laugh too.

I got lunch detention with William.

After school I ran home to get ready for William’s birthday party. “Mom!” I yelled. “We don’t want to be late!”

My Mom was all ready to go.

The party was awesome. William had raisin bread with mustard so we both ran into his room to eat it secretly.

After that William opened his presents. Most of them were clothes, when he opened the present from my Mom and I, I finally saw what it was. It was a club.

I ran around the room yelling, “Mom, what’d you give him that for?!”

“It’s a baseball bat,” she said. “Calm down.”

I stopped running. “Oh,” I said. “I knew that.”

After the party I went to my laptop and searched, “Baseball”. Apparently it’s some sort of sport, like water-balloon fighting only not as fun. Anyways, that’s the story of “William’s birthday party”.