Duke
“Hello? Scruffy?” the dog said.
Michel started to stir, groaning and feeling something soft and wet on his arm.
“I had the craziest, most insane and scary dream…” Michel opened his eyes and saw the dog licking his arm. He screamed. “I’m still here!”
“Oh, you’re alive. I haven’t munched on anything in a long time.”
“Get off me, you… whatever you are!” Michel shuffled away from the dog, which was still slouched down on the floor.
“I’m a Basset Hound, what are you?”
“You’re no dog. Dogs don’t talk.”
“Maybe not in your backward world.”
“Is this real? Really?” Michel tapped then hit the walls in frustration.
“Oh, it’s very real and I have the bruises to prove it.”
“Where’s my mum? I wanna go home!” Michel’s emotions began to well up inside of him. He bit down on his lip. A solit
