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I stood there unmoving. I just started at him. My eyes focused on his, and I did my best to project authority and confidence. Which is why I probably didn’t see them coming.
As the morning sun peeked up over the horizon we discovered that we were surrounded by a pack of vicious looking dogs. There were at least a dozen of them. All different shapes and sizes, from a dark and scary looking great dane, than all the way down to a chihuahua.
The dogs emanated a low growl as the inched little by little closer to us.
Why was this happening? Where was my family? My friends?
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! I kept telling myself over and over again, but nothing happened.
I looked at the vicious pack of dogs inching closer, and then at the strange man I had just met. I was expecting him to show the same look of fear as I am sure I had, but he didn’t. In fact he had a broad grin on his face, and what looked to be an old rubber duck in his hands.
I stared at him in confusion, and he seemed to notice my expression for the very first time.
His smile quickly disappeared as he said “I told you we needed to move. Get to shelter before the dawn. Now look what you’ve done!”
How could he blame this on me? I just wanted to know who he was.
“Ummm, maybe we can skip assigning blame till after we get out of this mess?” I said.
“Oh there is no getting out of this mess son. This here is a hunting pack, and they look mighty hungry.”
The dogs took a step closer, and to my surprise the man walked straight towards the great dane. Without even a pause he stood beside the massive canine, and scratched it behind the ears.
“You see son, this here is my pack, and they do as I say. I am afraid you didn’t listen to me when you had the chance. Had you, this might have ended differently.”
Then without warning he took a step back, looked at the pack and said in a loud voice “sic ’em!”
And the dogs leaped.
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