I can do this. I just know I can….I hope.

Laying before me was the vast blackness that I had to cross now. Another bullet sped past, ruffling my fur from the wind. Many have been killed from those bullets, attempting to pull the same feat that I am now trying.

When the path seemed to be clear I began to scurry onto the blackness. It burned my feet, but I ignored that pain. If I didn’t hurry there would definelty be more pain. I hear one coming and I squeak and run off then blackness, making it just in time as another bullet roared by. I stood on my hind legs and tried to think this situation through. I searched from the left then right in hopes of finding an alternative route to get across.

I found none.

So I sucked in some air and sprinted across, only to shortly hear another one coming.

I couldn’t move. I wouldn’t. I would die here courageously.

The bullet whizzed above me but left me without a scratch. I lived.

Then I ran the rest of the way and laid on the cool grass in sweet relief