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Creative Work 145
Deep in a valley where the plains clothed the earth, where the cool, sweet, grass attracted all the animals near. It led to a quiet, soothing, hill top, with steep, wooden, walls, that bent into the shape of a cabin. This warm home rested in the heart of a garden full of flowers. The colors were bursting fireworks of fragrance.
There, it housed a lovely woman with golden curls that crawled down her shoulders. Her frail hands graced those flowers near her with a look of interest would gleam in her blue eyes. Along with this woman lived a beautiful Siamese feline, called Elizabeth, with whiskers sprouting from her snow white cheeks. With these comfortable three, stayed among a lazy, content, bull mastiff called Samantha, living solemnly on her velvet pillow as the fire glowed on him in total relaxation.
She berated to the innocent dog for shredding her beautiful new, white, glove that outlined her pale fingers in a creamy silk. What she didn't identify, was that Elizabeth was above her, clutching on the purple drapes, guilty of the glove defacing. Her eyes beamed down on the canine in anger. The innocent one slithered back into the bathroom abolished. The cat, named Elizabeth, with a quick flick of her tail, she twisted off the curtains and toppled down next to her. She massaged the woman's legs in praise then peered back at the remorseful dog.
Samantha, feeling abandoned, gaited out the front door with white trim. Her tail was between her legs as she slowly trotted past the green shrubs and onto the stone walkway that encountered the handsome garden. She departed on her afternoon stroll through the plains in search of a bird or rodent to chase. She pondered as she walked, which she didn't notice how much was going on inside her head until she had realized, she had strayed from the plains beholding her beloved home. It made no significant difference to her, Samantha knew the way.
She was walking briskly, now on the brink of a city road but still thinking more than ever on now how she would get back at that prissy cat, Elizabeth, which was paid more attention to in her head. Her deep thinking caused her to stride faster when she thought harder, neglecting her beware on the black road. She instead strayed farther off into the city.
A big, white, truck pulled up next to her. She squinted her eyes in deeper thought. The skidding of the wheels screamed in her infallible ears, and the smell of rubber filled her nostrils like poison. A man clothed in a black coat, with spindly legs, covered with black pants and his slouched back casted a shadow on her face. It forced Samantha to quiver. Her eyes illustrated a reflection of the silver net in the palm of another man. The other seemed to aspect the first. Samantha tried to amass as many clues as possible to piece together, to infer if she should trust them. For she had always trusted men, but her gut instinct was disagreeing. The intensity in their eyes burnt into hers, giving all the clues she needed. She heard one of the monsters whisper to the other “We have to get this one; you know who will get rid of us if we don't collect enough of these mutts.”
His voice was old and stale. The words forced their way to her. The men slowly crept up to her, as she recoiled back. The man grasping the net noticed a sparkle clasped against her neck as he tried to cautiously coop her into a corner. It was her tag identifying her, which contributed pride as she normally took her stroll along the grass. With her chin up high she would walk past the strays and flaunt her diamond significance.
The wolves' in the black coats eyes sprouted in awe. Then, slowly an evil grin crawled up their faces displaying their teeth. Their feet shuffled closer and closer until only a couple of feet away. Though, it seemed as if they were nose to nose. Her heart beated faster, relating to the beating of a drum. Her grey-blue eyes turned to steel in frozen terror. The intensity of horror forced her to gasp for air. The other man flew over to the white truck. She heard clanging and clashing of metal. Then, he came in sight. He heaved a small cage near her. The corner she was in was penalizing to her, but rewarding to the men. Cunningly he held the front at the top where the door opened in one hand, and the other grasping the opposite side in the back. With a snap of his wrist he scooped her into the jail. The thought of the awful cat swirled around her head, thinking of the familiar things she witnessed. The cage forced her front legs closer to her backs, which she had no fight but to collapse head first in surrender.
The significant space in the cage cramped her forbidding her to be able to stand. The teamwork of cruelty displayed as they eliminated the pride around her neck. As they again reshut the door, Samantha guarded the watch on the clasp watching the men place a hook on the door down into a petite, silver, ring. As they warely screeched the cage onto a shelf, Samantha was joggled around inside the bars.
After observing the process of disengaging the door, she tried to use the cunning strategy the man and Elizabeth had mastered. Addressing this idea had sparked into her boggled thoughts easily, for adrenalin was overpowering. She turned around crouching down low ready to spring like a panther out of nowhere infallibly pouncing on its prey. She held her position for quite a lengthy amount of time, anxiously awaiting the vehicle to stop.
When the vibrating movement seized, the look in her eyes went to angry and frightened. The inside handle slowly twirled around until a serene click was heard. The sound, quieter than the swiftness of a panther flying though the open plains with the heavy, muscular, paws, beating the ground, that only she could hear.
The heavy door of the van flung open encouraging sunlight to grace her soft tufts of velvety coat. In a quicker flash of than a monstrous horse, with glistening muscles glowing, bolting like lightning, she uncoiled. She bucked of though a bronco would with her powerful hind quarters leaving the ground and her nails catching holes in the checkered bars. She kicked the door along with the hook higher, just enough to release it from the grasps of the diminutive ring. She hurtled down out of the prison, now stronger, and sharper, than ever. The man with the taunting net of woven string never stroked her.
She bolted into an alley ducking the presence of the men. She quickly peered around squinting her eyes at every canine accompanying her. The look commencing through her steel eyes sent a message into the territorial strays', for she was not to be encountered with. She wandered around the alley looking at her territory until she ached in her muscles and feet.
A while later, she cocked her head up and pointed her nose to a star. The blinking brightness resembled her old cushy life, which she was ashamed of. It was her diamond significance she flaunted at strays. Though, she thought hard, a trait she was incredibly successful at now, what she had was not her significance. She bragged about the jewels to the strays, which now she had formed into. She realized that she was displaying idiocy and selfishness to the real animals that were better and more intelligent. How ghastly had she acted to the true ones!
She pointed the tip of her nose back to the same star and howling ferociously in anger at the object that had fooled her. Everyday was now an adventure for her. She no longer would sleep for hours but now would spend precious time building her instincts to higher levels. Nor did she now no longer hate Elizabeth, but pitied her. Every night she would aim her snout at the same light and howl until she cooled off steam of the thought of the pity she found in herself, that slowly diminished though her bravery opposed. She grew to learn to live wild, with only cunning and thought to survive in her domain.
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Rachel
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