It all started when Mum, Dad and I were cycling down a deserted country road past an abandoned diner. I could sense that something terrible was going to happen, so I asked Dad to turn back. Unfortunately, Dad said everything was alright and we had to keep advancing. Although I was quite cautious, we saw quite a few interesting things, such as a pheasant flying blindly across the road. Dad shouted “There’s the hotel, we’re OK”. I grinned with relief but just as I realized it wasn’t our hotel, two fierce rabies-infected dogs appeared out of no-where. The dogs started snarling and yapping just as Dad crossed the broad. However, Mum panicked and said “Speed up, or we’re dead meat” (Mum isn’t exactly a big fan of dogs. The only type of dogs Mum likehs are hot dogs!). Although my first intension was to stop and to defend Mum, I knew that her bite would be worse than the rabies-infected dogs if I refused to follow her orders. I therefore shot ahead 60,000 miles per hours in front of Dad.
Two seconds later the grunting and growling behind me was replaced by a skull-shredding shriek. Another few seconds later, what was left of Mum (her whole body) raced past us like a Formula 1 car. The hounds chased us all the way to the Wooden Fire Pizza Diner, but they got a bit tired. Mum later explained that the dogs must have been guard dogs, so they stopped outside their owner’s territory. When we returned the bikes, they only charged us for ½ an hour because we’d had enough of biking.
In the evening I flew some floating lanterns up in the air, which soared up beautifully into the night sky.
Patrick
