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How to guard the house

It was morning. The bright ray of the morning sun hit his eyes and woke him up. His dark hair stood in all directions. He yawned. He wasn’t very eager to get out of his soft and warm bed. His eyes scanned the messy room and he listened to the twittering birds outside in the tall pine trees. This was not his favorite part of the day. The noisy birds often woke him up, their noise echoed in the dark, lonely house. He struggled to get out of his mattress, already very annoyed, and his annoyance grew when the tiny chattering voices of the birds became even louder.

Then as he listened, a sound of heavy footsteps outside made him jump. Who was that? He listened intently, ears straining to the sound of silence. The birds seemed to have stopped their lively singing. He walked soundlessly to the nearest window, careful not to make any noise. He stooped down low and made sure he wasn’t seen. A trespasser! He was sure of it. He went swiftly to the back door in the kitchen, hoping to get a glimpse of the intruder. He saw a shadow move under the closed back door. The sound of walking had stopped. He could hear his heart beating rapidly already, but in the back of his mind, he was still calm and thinking how people would even dare to break-in into other’s houses in broad daylight.

As he stood motionless behind the wall next to the door, he readied his weapon. He loved to use it because he always felt its sharp edges as it lashed on the hardest of objects. He felt invincible and very strong every time he used it. Without his precious weapon, he would never survive.

Then without warning, the doorknob was being violently twisted and turned. The sound of hammers and other tools as they hit the door made him even more nervous. He was ready and almost felt adrenaline as it coursed to every vein of his body. Heart pounding, he watched as the door slowly opened, a big, brown hand clutching the mutilated knob. Without even waiting to see the face of the burglar, he lunged, shocking the huge man.

The intruder screamed, his hands trying to protect his face at the sight of the attacker’s weapon. Slash, slash. He slashed at every bit of the thief as his eyes gleamed with excitement and ferocity. He could almost taste the thief’s pain as he tried to cut him open. “Stop it! Help! Somebody!” the burglar yelled, looking around wildly as he lay on the cold floor. The attacker never gave him a chance to get up and run away. “Scream all you like, you fool. No one will hear you. This is what you get for trying to break-in into my house.” He wanted to say to the screaming man.

Then, another series of footsteps and the sound of grocery bags being dropped on the floor made him stop. “Come, boy. Heel.” His master’s voice echoed in the hallway, making him stop his violent pounding on the huge man. Tail wagging, he trotted to his master’s side as his long tongue hung from his sweaty muzzle. He knew he had done what he was supposed to do. # Gaea Claver for NORDIS

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