A few months later, I was part chicken practically. I had become so used to their custom of life, I had almost completely forgotten of my master and it started to feel very homey in my new life. I was a big help in the chickens life I protected them from foxes and coyotes, and I hunted mice for them. Life was good.
One day, me and Goldie decided to go for a walk. Lets go down towards the creek, I might be able to find a salamander to give to . He paused. Give to who? I asked. Mable she is so pretty but she likes Cole better, I just know it. He said sorrowfully. I stayed quiet as we reached the creek and Goldie searched for bugs while I groomed myself in the sun. A few hours later, we returned to our flock.
We rounded the boulder that blocked the views of predators from the south side of the meadow . What we saw made my tail tuck and my ears flatten. Every. Single. Chicken. Was. Gone.
Mable! Cole! Chicks? Ladies!? Anyone?! Goldie squawked frantically. I sat in shock. I would not let this happen again. I lost my last life, and I will NOT loose this one! I went over and looked for clues. Their smells were faint, as if they left right after me and Goldie left. We searched for days farther than weve ever gone before. On the third night, I said to Goldie You know I felt this way when I lost my master . Like Id never stop looking searching .hoping. But when life turns upside down, you have to have faith. Believe that they are alright and that theyre in a better place, on earth or in the beyond. You have to move on, Goldie. I said solemnly. Goldie slowly clucked in agreement, but didnt move. I started walking east, towards town. You coming, Goldie? I asked. He slowly followed and soon we embarked on our journey to a new life.
We traveled from town to town, only stopping at rundown houses and sheds to sleep. Most of the humans were nice and fed us scraps and a bowl of water outside . Others not so much.
Lets check out this house Goldie said Wait what is your name? Ive always called you dog. I dont have a name, my master always called me his buddy, or mutt. I said slowly. Well then, your name shall be Buddy. He declared. I wagged my tail. Buddy. I like it.
So we wandered up to the house and I scratched at the door and whined. Goldie hid behind a bush, because most humans would rather eat Goldie rather than feed him. I did my cutest face, ears down, whimpering, the whole puppy look. It almost always worked on humans . Cats and coyotes . Well, nevermind. A gruff looking man opened the door he mumbled something, went inside got a piece of bread and threw it to me. I went to grab it when something went around my neck. I looked up and saw the man had threw a rope around my neck! LET ME GO! I barked frantically! Goldie jumped out and did his whole cock a doodle doo thing and then went at the man. Before Goldie could let the man feel his wrath, I was pulled inside and the door was shut in Goldies beak. I gasped. Rows upon rows of caged animals. Dogs, cats, rabbits . And chickens! Dog! Everyone look! Its dog! a couple of the hens squawked. Suddenly I realized who they were . It was MY flock! Ill save you! I barked, then turned to the man dragging me and before I could bite his leg, he shoved me into a cage. Or not . I said slowly.
Now to go get that stupid rooster. Hell make me some good money. He looks like a good fighter for a cock fight. The man said as he walked out of the room.
Quick! Hens, tell me how you got here. I demanded. The man came in the woods with his dogs. He was hunting and he found our camp. We tried to run, but his dogs cornered us and herded us into crates. He said something about us being good meat chickens. What does that mean? A red colored hen replied. I bit my lip. Nevermind what it means, we got to get you out of here! I said frantically. I looked for a way out, but there was none. I saw one of the mans hunting dogs lying on the floor. Excuse me, brother, but could you open this cage? I need to save all these hens! They are my flock. I asked politely. You? A dog?! In a flock of useless chickens?! he laughed meanly, if you think Im gonna let some wimpy, undersized mutt out of its cage because it wants to save those stupid hens, you got another thought coming, brother. He said sarcastically. I thought for a second, Have you ever went for a walk? Not hunting? Have you ever played with other dogs? Has your master pet you on the head or called you a good boy? I asked. Well .no. he said slowly. Then thats no owner or even master, to him, honestly, I think your basically a animal that does all the hunting for him. Thats not the way its supposed to be, brother. I told him. He looked sad for a second, then he slowly got up and nudged my cage bar open. Instead of running to go let all the hens out right away, I walked up to him and nuzzled his chin and said You may come with us if you wish. He wagged his tail in approval. So just as I was about to unlock all the hens, the man came in with the gold rooster between his fists! NO! I barked and ran up and attacked the man, biting his legs and hands, demanding him to let go of Goldie! You want the rooster dog? Go get it! then he threw Goldie across the room and he landed into a bucket full of soapy water that was meant to be used to clean the floors. Goldie did not come to the surface of the bucket.
I let go of the man's leg and bolted over to the bucket, stuck my head under the water and pulled out a wet Goldie. "Goldie?" I said. I heard a miserable cluck come from his throat. I whimpered. I layed him down on a towel on the floor and with anger in my eyes, I glared at the man. The man grabbed a tranquilizer gun and aimed it at me "Stay! Bad dog! You're a very bad...." Suddenly his hunting dog I talked to earlier jumped on him and knocked the gun out of his hands. He must of pushed the button on the gun because it shot out a tranquilizer and it hit the man right in his arm. "You stupid..." he began, but fell over on his side, asleep. "Sometimes dogs aren't the ones who are bad, humans are." I finished his sentence for him. The hunting dog ran over to me and looked sadly at Goldie. "We have to get him to a vet." the hunting dog said. "Whats a vet?" I asked. "Its a human who cares for sick animals." He replied. "Lets do it." I said confidently. Together, me and the hunting dog unlocked all the animals in a short time and held the door open as all the animals rushed out. I carried goldie on my back as we searched for a building called "The vet". Suddenly a huge truck came zooming down the road, and the drivers were the 2 men who killed my master! They were going way to fast and when Jimmy tried to put on the breaks when he saw us in the road, but the truck skidded and was less than 2 feet away when suddenly.....