The scariest thing happened the other night! Momma and Poppa were sitting around watching the talky box, when this horrible sound came from outside, like a ROAR! It didn’t sound like anything any of us had ever heard before. Dogs were barking like crazy, too.
Momma opened the back door and listened, and said, “That sounds like a bear!” Poppa said, “What is that?” And Momma said, “It’s a bear!”
I ran down into the basement and hid.
Momma said, “There’s a light in the front yard. I think it’s a car.”
She ran to let the person in, so they wouldn’t get eaten by the bear. I was right under where the porch is, so I could hear it was a man.
He said, “We were coon hunting and our dogs got away from us and came on your land. We’re just rounding them up. Is that okay?”
Momma and Poppa said that it was fine. That sound came again. Poppa said, “What’s that?” The man said, “That’s one of the dogs. He’s a little hoarse.”
Momma said, “I thought it was a bear,” and the men had a chuckle. That made me kind of mad, ’cause it did sound like a bear!
I didn’t come back upstairs for about three hours, in case the bear dog came back!
And now something even scarier: Momma’s gone! Poppa said she went to a thing called an Authors Fair. I hope she comes back! What if she decides to run away and be an author? Then what would I do?
Poppa doesn’t seem to be worried, so I guess I should relax. Here’s a picture of me, trying to relax.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What does your hooman do that scares you?
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