Three Dog Night

fast food is never simple

The forest terrain quickly changed to rolling hills of grass. Being here felt wrong. They both missed the red canyon layered with scrub-brush, sage, and pines. Ella and Jack rested on a shady hillside. The skin under Ella’s neck was injured, Jack nestled up close to give her comfort, as they recovered from their battle with Brutus. The two young wolves were now and forever imprint. A bond that will last a lifetime. 

Soon an unfamiliar sound woke them from their rest. They continued to the hilltop and studied a strange group of baaing fluff. The smell of the little herd made them lick their chops. Keen ears stood straight, and the pinpoint eyes of killers searched for a weak link. The little lambs bedded down for the night, unaware of the danger.

Sly predators quietly watched downwind, creeping ever closer. The smorgasbord of white was one leap away when three large Pyrenees dogs lifted their heads.

Rough, loud barks filled the air. Then the old shepherd sleeping among the sheep rose and fired off a shot. The bullet landed between them kicking up a patch of dirt, it’s hot-peppery smell would forever be linked with the sight of man, and they began to run.

“Kill’em!” the old man howled, firing another shot. Baaing sheep loudly cried, and the dogs were barking with each advancing stride. 

The two retreated for higher ground. Thru the woods, to the canyon, where they met, they would run. The three angry dogs hot on their steps. A trumpeting horn rang out and just like that the dogs broke-off the chase and Ella and Jack began the search for something else to eat. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wild chapter. Escaping the dog and seeking food and safety. An exciting chapter dear Cherrie.
Coyote

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) thank you my friend.

[HB Rita]

'Jack nestled up close trying to give her comfort'____________ how cute :-*

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes, we've been watching some videos of wolfs she is fascinated.

[HB Rita]

She is a creator

[Kent Rawski]

your granddaughter is too young to remember 3 dog night.How much help you giving her? Anyway no easy row for ella is there

[Cherrie Palmer]

Seeing how we had 3 pyrenees, it just hit me, and she liked it.
I let her write out the event then together we whittle away at words. Like smorgasbord for herd or retreat for running away.

[barleygirl]

I have loved reading this co-write . . . did you say daughter or granddaughter? I was wondering how old she is? How do you co-write together? Will you be continuing this? Just curious! Your stories truly transport me to the dynamic scenes you describe! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Cherrie Palmer]

She's 11. I make her pick the location for each chapter. The mood, the goal, and the outcome.
She builds the story and as we type it I make her think of a better way to say it so the person on the other side of the story will enjoy it.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I forget to tell you she's my granddaughter

[barleygirl]

Love it! *smile*!!!!