☆ the pound ☆ (a story)
i woke up one morning. as usual, i found a bowl of food, lying by my side. it tasted... better than normal. like chicken! 'was something special happening?' i thought. as i neared the back door, my owner stopped me. she brought me into the living room. she got out a comb, and started brushing my silky fur. she then proceeded to drag in a large container of sorts. it was plain black, but it had holes in the sides- although you couldn't fit a rat through one of them. she shut the door and picked it up. where were we going? what was she doing? i let out a frantic meow. softly, she whispered some words to me. it sounded like... the pound? what's the pound? who's the pound?! i soon learnt that whatever it was, it was busy. there were cages, each one surrounded by stone and a heavy door. she brought me up to a desk. a dog wearing goggles picked me up. he was grey- but had white fluff on his head. he was accompanied by a small bird. my owner left the room, and i cried out in fear. the strange dog then brought me into a different room. this one was filled with many other pets, all looking scared. i was stuck in there what felt like years. after a while, i got picked up. was i free?! but no, i was bundled into a cage for myself. where was my owner?! then i heard a small rat squeak. 'the pound is open! we'll all be free!' i ran to the back of my cage. straight away, a girl ran up to my cage! i heard her squeal. 'look mummy! a rare! and it's pink!' she bundled me up in her arms. it just felt... right. she took me to a house. not home, but another house. straight away, she fed me. it was something i'd never tasted before. she called it salmon. i now happily live with her.
thanks for reading <3
Today's story is brought to you by ratto~catto~! This one is about one of their best pound catches. It's a short, but sweet story, thank you for the submission! You can check it out by clicking the "Read More" below.