Sarah loved her parents very much and always behaved well. They took good care of her, prepared delicious meals and told her the best stories before naptime. Her dad worked on a farm and her mother was a dressmaker. They lived on a beautiful house on a field, not very far from the big city. They had a very old dog named Hopper that slept on a small house in the front yard. They were a happy family.
Her parents didn’t like technology very much, they said it was tainted, so there was no TV, no radio and no computer. They didn’t even have electricity in most of the house. They had an old car that her father bought before meeting and marrying mom. Once Sarah asked why they could use the car but not have other things. After disciplining her for the untoward question, they explained that the car had been properly purified but that she shouldn’t never get on another vehicle.
In fact, most days Sarah wasn’t even allowed to leave her room. She even was fed and groomed by her parents there. She usually spent the day looking out of the window. She loved watching his father work on the vegetable garden, smelling the freshly mowed lawn, hearing the chirping of the birds and feeling the cool freeze that passed through the iron bars. However, especially when both her parents were out working, Sarah sometimes got bored. Reading wasn’t an option, because books were full of lies, so they never taught her how the letters worked. So she spent most of the time playing with Hopper.
However, one day poor old Hopper got very sick. Sarah didn’t know what to do and when her parents arrived her dog was too far gone. They took care of him, put him to sleep and properly prepared him for the trip to dog heaven. Sarah asked to keep his collar as a memento, but it didn’t fit her, she had grown too much. They promised to get another dog to keep her company and watch the house but, before they did, something happened.
An otherwise perfectly normal Thursday afternoon, a pick-up car with two men approached Sarah’s house. The sound of the motor woke her up from her nap. She immediately noticed it wasn’t their ancient family car. She was alone at home and they never had visitors. She heard them park their vehicle and knock on the front door. Her parents had locked her room and told her to never talk to strangers, so she did nothing and kept very silent. The men knocked several times and, when nobody answered, Sarah felt the door downstairs open and heard the men entering the house.
Sarah wasn’t scared, she had never been scared on all her life, but she didn’t know what to do. She could hear the men talking, opening drawers and moving furniture. She couldn’t understand what they were saying and nobody had ever explained to her what thieves were, but she knew something not good was happening. Or at least she suspected it. She silently got up from her roost and creeped towards the door.
The two men were getting more anxious and violent as they explored her house. They went up to the second floor and one of them started screaming. The other one calmed him, but not before they broke old Hopper’s memorial. That made Sarah very unhappy. She felt something hot, dark and angry swell within her thorax. Her back fur stood on end, she instinctively pulled out her claws and the scales on her abdomen tightened when she tried to control her breathing.
The men continued exploring the top floor of Sarah’s home, randomly destroying her family’s prized possessions and shouting profanities, making Sarah’s rage even worse. They arrived in front of Sarah’s door, arguing amongst themselves, tried to open it and started to pick the lock. Sarah wanted to make them pay for destroying the dog’s memento. She stealthily coiled her body around the door and waited to ambush the intruders. The thieves, who had already given up on any semblance of discretion after several failed lockpicking attempts, broke the door open with a crowbar and burst into Sarah’s bedroom.
When Sarah’s parents arrived two hours later and saw the car parked on the front yard, they hurried up inside the house, worried out of their minds. They ran upstairs and saw their child, who was busy trying to fix the Hopper’s memorial, and the bloody mess that once were the interlopers. The parents embraced their beloved daughter and they worked together to clean the house and get rid of the evidence. Two days later they brought an unusually big, ugly and fluffy puppy home. Sarah immediately fell in love with the silly-looking mutt and named him Cuddles. They became the bestest friends ever.
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