Chapter Eight

The deer quickly outran me! I puffed and panted along getting further and further behind.

Finally, I just sat down; if I am going to be coyote food then I might as well get it over with.  My elder weight, my old-aged bones, and my lack of speed made me a prime target.

I sat there panting and puffing.  Hoping and against hope, but without much hope, I could somehow get away from being dinner.

Puff, pant, pant, pant.

HUH!?!?!

What is that?

I sat up quickly from the prone position I had gradually assumed as I rested and panted.

A ball of dust was coming down the long, long, long farm road heading toward ME!

I raised myself to my up-right-ready to run position when—-KIT! Bounced into view!

KIT!

“YAY! KIT!” I barked, whimpered, and whined!

Kit screeched to a halt sliding up to me in a huge whirlwind of dirt.

“Whew! I finally caught up with you, Boomer!  Goodness, you were moving so fast you looked like a blur.

Me? I pondered.  Gosh, I guess I thought to myself.  Maybe I moved faster than I thought I did.

“Hi, Kit! I was running fast because the coyotes were in the area and I didn’t want to become coyote food.”

“Oh! I was running to catch up with you because the coyotes ran on over the hill and I wanted to see what you were up too.”

“The coyotes are gone? Yipppee!  Let’s go see what’s out on the farm.”

Now THAT is a very good thing, I said to myself.

I put my paw up. Kit put his paw up, we High-Fived each other and barked out laugher!

Off into the night

for a nice adventure.