Creative Piece
I can remember the day clearly, as if it was yesterday. I was on my way home from the bazaar, at the time I lived in an austral community and was only a few blocks away. As I sallied alongside the aqueous river, I began to get a sense of the collywobbles. I couldn't see more than a few feet in any direction and the deficit of people along the street was terrifying. After about five minutes I heard a strange sound from behind me, like the crepitating sound of leaves in Fall. At first I thought it was the bevy of wild cats that often roamed the neighborhood. I turned around slowly, wondering why the felines would be following me, but to my surprise it was only a small, golden-haired dog. I approached the dog slowly, unsure of its nature, whether it would lash out and bite me or be scared. As I got nearer to the dog, it sat down and wagged its tail. The small, friendly bark it released was concurrent to the smile that spread across my face, but i was careful not to make any sudden moves in fear of botching the friendliness that the dog was displaying. As I began to pet the dog, I started to take in its features; the dog was beautiful and had fur as russet as the clay by the river. I could tell that the dog was under a year old because of its size and effervescent eyes. I figured that the dog belonged to someone in the neighborhood, and had just wandered away from home in search of some frisson, and it was clear that he had an avocation to being pet. As I turned around to leave, the dog seemed to deprecate the action. The dog followed me all the way home, and when we got to my house I decided to let it stay the night, because he was already in a somnolent state. I was surprised when the dog did not eschew away when I walked into my house, and soon afterwards we were both asleep. When I woke up the next morning, I was in an awkward and slanticular position. I began to make posters saying “Dog Found”, including a picture and detailed description of the dog I had found the night before. I was not prepared for the look of felicity that was on the dogs face, and i could not help feeling terrible because he was oblivious to what I was doing. That moment would become the beginning of a lifelong friendship. As the weeks went by, I didn't get any phone calls or emails in regards to the dog. I had decided to keep the dog, because he did not seem chary, so I decided to name him Lucky. It is without a doubt that Lucky and will adulate one another for years to come.