Chapter 11: Out Again

    The two dogs lit the fireplace ablaze, warming up the already-warm room. It was too warm, so Midnight excused herself. The house was two-floored, stairs of stones led her up. There was a spread of cloth on the ground, cloth overlapping another. It's where they sleep, thought Midnight. She saw pairs of clothing on a tall wooden bench- a table.

    She sniffed around, then went back down where the dogs were curling up, muttering, "Lunch's late."

    There was a round object on the side of the room, with four other objects around. Midnight sniffed it for identification. "That's a chair," said Spots when Midnight sniffed one of the four objects. "The big round one is a a table."

    "Weird names," spoke Midnight.

    "Humans like the Owens heat their prey," said  Kelly, "over a huge flaming fire."

    "They're odd, humans," concluded Spots.

    Midnight looked out, the sun indicating it was about eleven, near to noon.

    "I'm going out."

    Midnight stretched and ran around for a while. She passed plants she recognised- corn, tomatoes and apple trees. There were a few chicken going around, but she didn't really like to eat them, they taste bad after tasting Smith's.

    A puff. A sound of a jittery machine. "Spots? Kelly?" called a lady.

    Oh fang, they're already here, thought Midnight, thinking about the Owens.

    Spots and Kelly bounded out. Kelly hid Midnight quickly in the shed.

    In the shed, light filtered through the gap between the wooden planks. Midnight looked around, eyeing chickens around.

    Cluck?

    Midnight was tempted to eat one.

    "You can't stay," said Spots.

    "W-what?" cried Midnight.

    "The Owens are going to check their shed tomorrow, as usual, in the morning, please, understand," said Kelly.

    It's not like they understand me, Midnight fumed. She pushed a fat hen away from her paws. "I'm leaving soon anyway," said Midnight.

    Spots brought in a piece of meat. "Here's some food for you," said the dalmatian.

    "Ah, thank you," muttered Midnight.

    "It's chicken," informed Kelly.

    Midnight shrugged, an Spots and Kelly went out. She sniffed the meat and ate it up.

    The door creaked, Midnight looked out. I need to go now, she thought. She had rested for fifteen minutes after Spots and Kelly left. She eyed the dirt path, leading to the distance, of crops. Midnight sighed and followed the path.

Author's Note: Not in the mood for writing/typing... thus the short chapter. sorry. The next will be longer. I promise.