In all the times he had dreamed about the Big Growl, Lucky had known they would escape. Lucky’s throat tightened, and his tail shrank against his flank. Lucky blinked furiously, hardly able to see.īut something feels different this time, whimpered Sweet. With another crack, a billow of dust tumbled from the ceiling like snow. Even if it does, we escaped last time-we survived. You’re right, Sweet! It’s happened before, it can’t happen again! His voice wavered with uncertainty. Their fear-scent rose in sickening waves. The other dogs in the Trap House started howling in panic.
BRAVELAND TIRES CRACK
The ground began trembling, and he could hear the crack and hiss of splitting hardstone overhead. We don’t need to worry this time-it’s just a bad memory. It can’t happen again."ĭespite the dread in her voice, the swift-dog’s words reassured him. He could hear her shuffling, squeezing against the metal wall that separated them. It must be happening again-the Big Growl! Can you feel it? It was just like before-they were all trapped. Lucky threw his forepaws against the wire door, but it wouldn’t budge. Yes, I feel it! What’s happening? Sweet’s yelp was sharp and panicked. He picked up her friendly, comforting scent, his whiskers trembling. How had he found himself back in here? He twisted toward the next cage, sniffing urgently for Sweet.
The smell of other dogs rose on the air with their terrified yips and whimpers. His eyes darted to the metal bars that blocked his way. He felt dizzy with the urge to run, but there was nowhere to go. Fear prickled along his back and gathered hotly in his throat. Lucky awoke with a start, springing to his paws.
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