“Hiiii-yah!” Scruffy kicked Fluffy in his chest and knocked him down.
Ralph threw broken crates to the right and left clearing a path to Scruffy.
Faux Paw ran for the door dragging Belle by her collar. Scruffy saw her face contort with pain, but she didn’t cry.
As Ralph came for him, Scruffy dove between his legs. He almost made it to the door when Fluffy grabbed him by the neck and threw him down snarling and growling.
The evil fox threw Belle into the back of the white panel truck and locked the door down. He jumped into the driver’s seat and turned the key. The motor made a grinding sound but wouldn’t start.
Scruffy knew he had to act fast. He couldn’t let that truck leave the farm. His mind filled with more ninja pictures and his body took over. He knocked Fluffy’s legs out from under him and flipped him over in one move.
Ralph came at Scruffy with his teeth bared, his ears flat against his head.
Scruffy picked Fluffy up by his hind leg and swung him around and around. He let go and Fluffy flew right into Ralph knocking them both out cold.
The truck started up with a bang. Scruffy burst out of the barn doors as the truck shifted into gear.
Scruffy growled. “Oh no you don’t! You’re not getting away if I can help it!” He grabbed ahold of the rear bumper with his teeth and dug in his heels.
The wheels spun as Scruffy dug himself in deeper. Dirt flipped him in the face, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t going to let go, no matter what.
Faux Paw furiously turned the steering wheel back and forth. The front wheels of the truck lifted off the ground .
Sirens sounded in the distance. Scruffy held tighter than ever, but how long could he last?
Faux Paw shifted into reverse. The truck lurched backwards and ran right over Scruffy. He fell off the bumper. Faux Paw ground the gears into first and the truck jumped forward.
Two police cars and the dog catcher squealed to a stop blocking the exit to the farm. The truck spun out of control into the center car crashing to a stop.
T rusty came running from one of the police cars. “Scruffy, dude, what were you thinking?”
“What are you doing here, Trusty?” Scruffy could barely keep his eyes open.
“When Belle never came home, I thought maybe you were telling the truth this time.”
“You believe me now? But how did you know where to find us?”
“The GPS in Belle’s collar.”
Scruffy’s brow wrinkled. “You have to save her. She’s in the back of that truck,” he whispered. “She has a broken leg and it’s all my fault.”
“We’ll take care of her. In the meantime, stay with me dude. The ambulance is coming.”
The German Shepherds opened the cab of the truck with their tasers set to stun. Faux Paw had disappeared. The Police dogs tore out the seat and the floor mats looking for him. He was gone.
“No!” Scruffy wanted to howl but only managed a whisper. He tried to move. He had to get up. He had to find Faux Paw. The Police let him get away.
The shepherds released all the dogs from the back of the truck.
The last thing Scruffy saw was Belle leaning over him.
“You’re a hero, Scruff! You saved us all!”
Everything faded to black like someone pulling the down the blind in a window.