Alone
One small pup with black locks sat alone near the adoption center. He didn't dare speak a word, but only looked around. Thinks were rushing through his head like water,thinking, thinking.
"Hi whats your name?"
"Hu?"
The pup looked up at another pup
"What's your name?" he asked
'Uh, Vincent,"
"Mine is Nick,"
"Hey Nick wanna hear my dreams?"
"Sure!"
"Well, I dream of having a zombie army and to kill people! I dream of shoving my aunt into a rock to make her a statue! But my wife was buried alive, and I looked for her to see if she was dead. But I was isolated in the fortress if Solitude, and lost my sanity," He howled. Nick backed away.
"Uh...cool?" he whimpered.
"I think of those, and I think of other things too!" Vincent barked. Nick simply backed up and ran away.
I'm not that strange, am I?
