He. Had. Finally. FOUND IT! The perfect stick! It was long and smooth and it was firm, but his teeth could slide though the wood and no splinters came off. After he had carefully peeled the bark off, the new toy was ready. It was about as long as the boy was and running around with it made his neck a little sore, but it was perfect! Running through the trees, Stori looked for his father.
Tree, tree, log, tree, DAD!
The pup skidded to a halt and changed directions, running towards his father. KLACK! The boy jolted back. That was odd, why couldn't he pass? He reared and tried again. KLACK! His stick pulled back in his maw, preventing the boy from going on. Maybe if he tries running between these other two tree- KLACK! Okay... this on- KLACK! For whatever reason, these trees wouldn't let him show his father his stick! Backing up, Stori scratched into the dirt, readying himself for an extra forceful lunge. He bowed, rump wiggling in the air as he eyed the space between two trees. Eyes narrowing, teeth gritting the stick, Stori kicked off.
