The attack on the Boogeyman
I didn’t need to think for long on what to do, in an instant all the blood rushed to my head because of the rage. I didn’t have much to choose, given my dog condition I didn’t have the voice to sue him nor the hands to search him. I understood that all I could do was try to send him to make company to Steve, so I got a running start with my paws struggling to get a grip on the mud, picked up the maximum speed I could until come near the coffin I jumped. I got past the coffin flying, right after thirty-five kilos at the speed of forty kilometres per hour tackled on the murderer who fell in the grave, and when he touched the bottom with the shoulders I was on top of him. I looked at him right in the eyes with my teeth showing and I threw a terrifying growl at him
