CHAPTER 5
Hampton was cold and tired. He had run for
miles and miles. Sometimes in a straight line. Sometimes in
circles. No matter how far or how fast he ran he seemed to get
nowhere. At least nowhere that he could recognize. All the fields
and streams, bushes, trees, and hills looked the same. And none of
the smells he followed along the way led him where he wanted so
badly to go. Home. How nice it would be to sleep in his own kennel.
Dry and warm. There was comfort in the company of the other hounds.
A meal and fresh water would be waiting for him. For now, that
seemed a lifetime away as Hampton loped down a fresh trail.
As he moved along, he noticed something was
different. The landscape was changing. He was confused by sights
and sounds he hadn’t seen or heard during his
