Yala Smith
Charles and I ran after Panny and Onyx, who seemed quite lost. After a long chase, just as I was losing hope of catching them, Panny climbed up a tree. Onyx stopped below it, looking up and barking to get Panny's attention, who was scared.
— Woof, woof
— Got you. — Charles said, finally managing to hold Onyx beside him.
— Panny, come down, I'll catch you. — I called to my cat, trying to get her to jump from the tree into my arms. — Onyx, this is all your fault. — I glared at him, upset.
— Hmm — Onyx lay on the ground, showing how hurt he was by what I said.
— Don't offend my dog! And I warned you this wouldn't work. — Charles accused me, annoyed.
I shook my head.
— I never imagined she would get so scared. — I said, with my eyes welling up with tears.
Charles breathed
