Where is my Mother?
A young Pitbull pup becomes lost in his neighborhood, and now embarks on a quest to find his mother.
A young, grey Pitbull puppy wandered aimlessly on the sidewalk, lost and alone. He searched everywhere for his mother, but she was nowhere to be found. Despite walking through the neighborhood, his progress was hampered by the passing cars that frightened him. His little paws could only take him so far until he decided to rest at a local park, where he could lay down on the nice soft grass.
“Momma!” he howled, “Momma, where are you?”
“Goodness, child, are you lost?” asked a voice from the top of the trees, “Hmm, judging by that sad look on your face, you seem out of it, boy.”
“Momma?” asked the puppy.
“Oh, goodness no, my boy.” said the voice, “Perhaps I should introduce myself.” A small bird flew down from one of the branches in the trees and landed on the ground in front of the puppy. “Do you have any wings, boy?” The pup shook his head, “How about a beak?” The pup touched his nose with his paw and shook his head. “Then you are not a bird, are you? I couldn’t possibly be your mother! Do you know where you live, boy?” The puppy looked around with its tongue slightly sticking out of his mouth and shook his head. “Goodness again, boy, well that doesn’t help. Just keep walking around if you can and I will keep a look out for you. Hope you can find your place soon, boy.”
The puppy continued his search around the neighborhood after some much-needed rest. Although the surroundings were familiar, it wasnt enough to trigger any memories of his home. Just then, a small butterfly landed on his nose. He took a couple steps back before he sneezed, but the butterfly was able to move out of the way before he did.
“Oh my, oh my,” said the butterfly, fluttering in front of his face, “sorry, my dear, I thought you were a simple little flower.”
“Momma?” asked the puppy. The butterfly couldn’t help but to laugh.
“Oh, no, my dear,” she replied, landing on his head, “you are much too big to be a child of mine! Where did you last see your mother?” The puppy looked around the area and shook his head. “Oh dear, oh me, oh my! Poor little thing is lost. Well, I’m sure you’ll find her if you keep looking around, I’ll come back to you if I find a big dog who looks just like you, dear.” The butterfly flew away, and the pup was all by himself once again.
He paced himself down the sidewalk and found himself at the park once again. With an upset look on his face, he went over to the grass once again to rest. He laid his head down and closed his eyes to take a small nap. Suddenly, he heard a loud croak! He lifted his head and saw a large frog sitting in front of him.
“Oi, kid,” said the frog, “ain’t ya’ a bit too young to be out this late? Where are ya’ folks at?” The puppy lowered his head and stayed quiet. He knew for sure this animal couldn’t have been his mother. “Well? Speak up, kid, can’t help ya’ if’n you don’t tell me!”
“Momma,” he said, “I can’t find my momma.”
“Oh, it’s your mother, is it?” asked the frog, rubbing the bottom of his mouth with his fingers. The frog croaked once more, making his vocal sacs inflate. The puppy let out a small, scared yelp and backed away from the frog. “Ah, what are ya’ afraid about?” he said with a smirk, “Ya’ haven’t seen a frog in your life, eh? Well, keep lookin’ around until ya’ found yer mother, little fella’. I’ll tell ya’ if I see anything.” The frog hopped away until it was out of sight. The pup laid his head down on the ground to rest.
This was the first night he had to spend alone, and he wondered if he would ever make it back home. He missed the warmth of his mother’s embrace and the soothing sound of her voice that would make him fall asleep in an instant. He missed drinking out of his little dog bowl and eating small pieces of chicken from his owner’s hand. Every time he blinked, his eyes became heavier and heavier until he finally fell asleep.
He woke up in the early morning and let out a long yawn. The birds chirped above him, and he wondered if the bird he met yesterday was able to find his mother. He barked at them and hoped one of them would respond, but they ignored him. He made his way out of the park and back into the neighborhood. All the cars and the houses looked the same in his eyes as he struggled to remember how his home looked like. He decided to sit down and howl as loud as he could, hoping either his mother or his owner would come for him.
“Hey, kiddo, you mind keeping it down?” said a German Shepherd dog, laying down on the doormat in front of a house, “Some of us are still asleep at this time. I ain’t no early bird, you know?”
“Momma,” said the puppy, “I can’t find my momma.”
“Gee, that is unfortunate, kiddo. You’re a Pit, yeah? I believe there is a female Pit around this part of the neighborhood…or was that on the other side? Eh, anyways, you’ll find her, kid.”
“Hungry,” whimpered the puppy, “and tired.”
The Shepherd let out a sigh and stood up. It entered the house by going through a doggy door and soon came out with a small slice of chicken. Slobber dripped from the puppy’s mouth, and he took a large bite out of that chicken. He chewed on it with a big smile on his face.
“Now, don’t go telling anyone I gave you that, yeah?” he said, “The last thing I need right now is another couple of animals coming here asking for scraps. Like I said, kid, go walking around a bit more, and you’ll find your mother. If you don’t then you are welcome to spend the night here. Just don’t consider it as an invitation.” The puppy wagged its little tail as he held the rest of the chicken in his mouth.
He walked and walked but he couldn’t find his mother. The sun was starting to set, and the dark clouds were filling the sky. The moon was barely visible, and the sound of thunder echoed through the air. The puppy located a cardboard box he found on the side of road and hid inside. It rained, and it rained hard. The cardboard box became soggy, and the puppy knew he had to find another place to hide. He ran down the sidewalk as quickly as he could, getting soaked in the process. He tripped and fell to the side of the sidewalk. Bright yellow lights were coming his way and he immediately tried to get back up on the sidewalk. The water made it difficult for him to climb back up, but something grabbed him by the neck and pulled him up. The car passed by, and the puppy looked up to see the same German Shepherd standing over him.
“Well, I’m guessing you didn’t find you mother.” said the German Shepherd, “Good thing you found him when you did, bird.”
“Oh, yes boy, you gave me a good fright,” said the bird flying over him.
“Oh, yes dear, I could only imagine what could have happened if we weren’t here!” said the butterfly landing on his head.
“Gave us plenty of trouble, he did.” said the frog, standing behind the puppy.
“These other animals have some good news for you, kid.” said the Shepherd.
“Oh, yes boy, we believe we might have found your mother!” said the bird.
“Momma?” asked the puppy with his tail wagging.
“Oh, yes dear!” said the butterfly, “She isn’t too far from here.”
“Took all three of us to find the darn place,” said the frog, “it’s no wonder the poor little thing couldn’t find it himself.”
“You’ve all done well to help,” said the Shepherd, “I’ll take him to go see his mother.”
“Thank you!” said the puppy. All the other animals left and now the puppy was alone with the Shepherd. He walked underneath him to hide from the rain as hit tail wagged from excitement. They soon reached a large, brown house that was two stories tall.
“Geez, kid, you live here?” asked the Shepherd, “Hey, I would be upset too if I couldn’t find my way to this place.” The puppy stood at the driveway with his tail still wagging. He turned around to thank the Shepherd, but he wasn’t there anymore.
“Charlie? Is that you?” said a calm female’s voice behind him. The puppy quickly turned around to see an adult Pitbull with grey fur just like his.
“Momma!” he shouted with excitement. He sprinted toward her and happily jumped around her. The mother chuckled and gave him a few licks.
“Oh, baby, I thought I lost you!” she said with a relieved smile, “I am so happy to see you home. Oh, hun, you are soaking wet. Come get warm inside. Our owner gave us some chicken slices for dinner, I think you’re going to like it.”
That is the end of Where is my Mother?. Thanks for reading.
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