Whap! The puppy schreeched as the bad man hit him with a hammer. His tail was gushing blood. He ran behind a tree, and scrambled up the branches. He was too small to fend for himself. The man looked around, shrugged, and went back inside. This puppy was me. And here is my story.
Chapter One: Puppy see, puppy do
As a small pup, I didn't understand the world. I hadn't yet opened my eyes, and I wriggled and squirmed all over the grass. My underbelly faced up. Mom had left me to die, since I was a runt. Suddenly, a man came, and scooped me up. "I wanna call you Hammer, because I will kill you with a hammer when you're older."\
Being four days old, I didn't know what "kill" meant. I just went with it. The man took me home, gave me milk, and some wet food. But something felt...wrong. Knives lined the wall. Fur from other puppies was under me. I thought I was laying with other dogs. I didn't know what right and wrong were.
A piercing pain hit my tail. I felt gooey stuff all over my tail. It was blood. I knew it was, from the scent. And that's when my eyes opened.
Chapter Two: Where's my tail?
