Sasha [cont]

Sasha could have hawled somemore when she saw where she was. It was the darkest, smallest house in all the others. The salls were lined with pictures of police and one word beneath it. Sasha couldn't read it, but she could spell it. B-e-w-a-r-e. Beware of police? Thought Sasha. Why? Sasha had seen police before, when she was a puppy. They seemed nice to her. Her favouite had gave her a treat. Just then, the man grabed Sasha and threw her into the closet. Sasha heard the lock turn, and started to hawl some more. "Shut up, you dumb mutt! Someone will hear you and come to complain, and when they see who I am... Never mind. You can't understand antways." Sasha cocked her head to one side. She didn't understand at all. Sighing, Sasha settled down on the stind socks and fell asleep, dreaming of thenice police, and puzzling over the man.
The next morning, Sasha found herself in a box filled with stinky socks. Sasha found it easy to leap out. Growling suddenly, she smelled the scent of burned bones, dog bones. The man came itto sight and sneerered. "If you're not good, I'll burn you, too!", Just like Max, my last dog!" Sasha suddered. As soon as the man went out, Sasha hopped onto the tableand stepped on a picture frame with a picture of the man in it, sending it flying out the open window. Sasha smiled and hopped of the desk and onto the snowy ground. A shiver of coldness tickled Sasha's spine, but she dinn't care. With a howl, she started running and shoutting, "I'm free!" Sasha ran as far as she could, out of town, and endded at the of a forest. Lookingback, she saw the last garbage of town, and happily invaded it. Sasha sat staring up at the sky, and remembered the police man she had seen. As a puppy, Sasha had lost her motber and father and brothers and
sisters. The police wanted to take Sasha name, when the shootting started. Sasha was so frightened of the fight that sge gad ryb a way without looking back. That was also how she got her name.
The police had said she should be named Sasha. And she had kept it to her, now Sasha missed the police, and wished that she had stayed. Then she would nave a home. Sasha sighted and crawled up on the warm grass and went to sleep.

Shsha woke bythe sound of men talking. "Hey, isn't this Sasha?" "It must be. Let's take her to the police station." Sasha opened one sleepy eye and gasped. The police man! There were two, her faverite one and one they called Tim. Sasha jumped up to lick them both." Heym Sasha! Nice seeing you again! Where have you been?! Iwish dogs could thlk!!" . "Me too." Said Tim. " Come on Fred, let's get her into the police car. Maybe see could be our tracker!" "Yah, maybe. Come on, Sasha." Sasha closed her eyes again, knowing that she was safe.
When Sasha woke up, she was in a cage, Looking up, she saw Fred looking down at her. "Hey, Sasha, I'm aloud to train you for tracking. Let's start right now with Tim and Jacob. Fred took Sasha and whispered in her ear, "Try to do good, because I really want you to stay with us. But first, we have to see with Ken, the chief." Fred suddenly turned. "Oh, hi, Jane." He said to a preety women with short brown hair. "Fred," said the woman." Ken said for me to join you, Tim, and Jacob in dog tracking. He says to be on the look out for Alan Helter." "maybe Sasha can sniff him out for us." Said Fred. " Maybe." Saud Habe, Turning to leave, Jane said, "But just maybe." Fred mumbled to himself something Sasha heard and understood." But I'm sure she can doit."

A short while later, Fred and another man enterned. "This is Ken," whisped Fred. "Sasha?" Asked Ken. Fred nodded. Ken smilled. " your idea sound s perfect, Fred." And the n Ken left. Fred smiled at Sasha. "Well, heres your chance!"

Sasha stared at the framed picture of 'The Man.' "Find, Sasha." urged Fred. Sasha didn't need to smell, but she did aryways. The foul smell of the man filled. Sasha's nostrils. "Find, Sasha." Fred said again. Sasha took off, heading in the derection of The man's house.
Sasha led them to the back and gave them the matching framed picture, the she ran to the front door and pawed at it." So this is where he lives, huh." Very shlwly, he walked towards the door. "Come on, Tim Jacob." They all backed away. Jane grabbed hold of Sasha, and Tim, Jabob and Fred knocked open the large door. Just then, a gun poked out of the window and shat Fred in the arm. Sasha struggled free, and charged in, surprising, 'The Man', fiving Tim the chanse to shoot him.

Back at the police station, 'The man' was arestted. "Sasha's one brave dog." Said Jane. Ken nodded. "Shes our offical tracker." Tim smiled. "Good thing Fred's okay."

At the hospital, Fred was restting his arm with Sasha sitting at his side!! You know, Sasha. You are one great dog." Sasha barked her agreement and Snaggled up close to Fred, because she knew that she was at home at last.