I tap my foot eagerly as I count off the seconds for the pound to open. my malk cat, Sol. Meows at me.
"Quiet Sol. " I say. "The pound is about to open."
"3.2.1!!!!" I scream.
a hoard of people come swarming in the pound, taking all the dreamis, the shimas, the sunbacks, anything rare.
"Look how fast the rares are going." I sigh.
I approach a silverfish-gold cage, inside it is a wolf with 3 tails and a firey pattern.
"Hi there!" I say to her.
I open up the cage and lift her out.
"Woah , you're a heavy girl!" I gasp.
I set her down and I lead her to the checkout.
"I'd like this one please ." I say.
"Alright ." The checkout lady says, handing me a collar. "She's all yours....NEXT!!!"
I walk out of the pound, Sol,(who was waiting for me.)hissed at my new wolf.
"Easy, Buddy." I say.
We walk home. When we get there, I put Sol in the cat's room. And then I lead my new wolf up to the dog's room. I sit down in the dog's room.
"You need a name, I think I'll call you...Talknm."
Talknm thumps her tail.
Another Pound story! This one's from Spokaner. c: