Now, being 5 months old, I was growing up. I wasn't quite as small as I was before, but still small enough to be considered a puppy. My coat was stained brown, and I was growing very skinny. I had only one thing on my mind. Finding Amanda and Carson.
Before I knew it, it was dark out. I decided to seek shelter at the nearby park. I climbed up the ladder, my chain clanking behind me. To my surprise, I found a few crusts of bread on the side of the bridge that they must have left for the birds. So much for bird food, I was starving.
I swallowed them whole, and returned to my stuffie and slept in the tunnel. My cast had totally come off, and was laying beside me. I saw some light flashing ahead, and I lifted my head.
"AAAAARI!" a voice yelled. It was Jason. Terrified, I came out of my tunnel and dashed under some bushes. Jason searched the whole park, and didn't bother to look in the bushes. To me, it seemed he didn't care whether he found me or not. He left and I ran back and grabbed my stuffie. It wasn't safe being in the neighboorhood. I had to get a little farther away.
I ran along numerous streets, in search for somewhere to hide. I finally found an abandoned barn, about 3 miles from where I had started. I crawled in, and soon after it began raining. I cozied up in a small pile of hay and fell asleep.