Sasha

Howling miserable in the cold snow, a beagle sat staring at the warmth of the houses surrounding her. I better start going, thought Sasha, the dog. Getting up, Sasha was about to leave, when she heard the crunch of footsteps and smelled human scent coming towards her. Waiting a couple of minutes, Sasha stood again. I guess they didn't see me. I better go. Taking a couple steps at a time,Sasha hurried along, but suddenly, she jumped back. She had hit some thing! Startled, Sasha looked up, and right into the eyes of a fierce looking man, the man stooped down and picked up the pup. He mumbled something. Sasha had heard a few words,but not much. Crime, track dog, murder. Sasha listened carefully, but she didn't get what he meant.

TO BE CONTINUED............