The rescue
I woke up because of a sudden noise of feet rustling in the tall grass breaking sticks, before I could collect myself a pair of hands grabbed me from my rear paws and dragged me outside from under the fence throwing me into despair.
“In the end that b****y man found me” I thought resigned.
«Hey, what were you doing inside there? Hey, I’m talking to you... are you alive?» I heard a muffled voice say while a hand caressed my nose.
Realising that that voice didn’t belong to any of the two murderers I felt reborn, I opened my eyes slightly reassured but still afraid. A tall and skinny man, with messy curly hair, had his face a few centimetres away from my nose. He wore glasses with lenses thick as a finger and he smelled of alcohol as well, I guessed he wandered into the bushes
