As we approached the town, it was quite quiet. There was but a few shops, and one restaurant, a hotel and a few houses that lined the main street. But I saw trash cans overflowing with scraps of food! Each of us bolted over to one, and knocked it over and started to feast. I went to one that looked the most fresh, trying to feed the pup only good food. I tried to feed him a piece of meat, but he refused. I tried many different types of food, but he still refused. I was puzzled, and just as I was about to call over my friends, a lady opened the door to a house and hollered, DOGS! IN THE TRASH CANS!! Quickly I grabbed the pup and ran for the safety of the woods. My friends and I all gathered under a bush and watched as all the people wrapped their garbage cans with rope and put bricks on top. Then they attached bells to the rope so they could hear us even if we tried to get in the cans. Tails down (and feathers), me and my 2 furry and 1 feathery friend walked through the alleys, searching for crumbs and remains. The pup wouldnt eat anything. Suddenly I remembered what I used to eat as a puppy
milk! I saw a man drop a gallon of milk at a house, ran over and grabbed it. I dragged it over behind a bush. I clenched it with my teeth, and milk started to spurt out. I put the pup up to the pool of milk on the ground. He drank it! I yapped happily and ran to tell my other friends, forgetting that I was supposed to stay with the pup. When I got back, the pup was head down in the milk, not moving.