“I don’t know who you are,” he
said, “but you better get out of
here.”
Then he went into the house
and got his mom and she came out.
“What do you want?” she said.
“That’s my dog!”
“This is our dog. Go away.”
I started crying. “Why are you
stealing my dog?!” I turned to Fufi
and begged her. “Fufi, why are you
doing this to me?! Why, Fufi?!
Why?!” I called to her. I begged her
to come. Fufi was deaf to my pleas.
And everything else.
I jumped onto my bike and