moon-eye crawled into a small abandon building, her mouth drooling at the taste of the hotdogs in her jaws. The Labador-dauchshund-collie mix leaped into a couch and laid down, starting to eat the hotdogs that she stole.
after finshing off his meal, scar turned his head to see three men with orange suits, each of their hands holding a rifle. "hey, that dog were one of the dogs that stole the hotdogs and-" "don't you stand there, get that mutt! He will be in the pound before he can say the word hotdogs. Soon, we will that the wolf too" oh no, I'm in big trouble, time to run off but what wolf? Oh yeah, I remember scar thought. He started to run off, his tounge lolled as he exited the park and to the city.