A loaf of bread.{+a…ToA`s^fRiENd~}
Jun 16, 2011 20:01:24 GMT -5
Post by footie13 on Jun 16, 2011 20:01:24 GMT -5
I slumped onto the ground, completely exhausted. I had just chased Cooper down from the forest to the town square, then to the field bordering the forest. For some reason, that crazy old Collie lost concentration and took off. My forehead, palms, armpits, and neck were drenched with sweat. My chest rose and fell so fast it looked like she was having a seizure. Cooper lay next to me, panting like crazy. He was too old to run so much at one time. Lying on the ground with the gentle breeze drying the sweat was nice, but I knew I needed to bring supper home to Melody and Erin.
Grunting with displeasure, I pushed myself out of the tall, green grass, now softly brushing against my sore calves. It was starting to get late; I watched the sun slowly descend behind the mountains, painting the sky the colors of sherbet ice cream. Really, I did not want to, but I had to start jogging to the heart of the town if I was going to get to the bakery and then home in time.
Much to the protest of my strained legs, I began to take up a light jog, not much faster than my walking speed, then began to progressively add speed until I was close to sprinting. My breathing became so rapid I hardly had time to intake any air before I quickly exhaled. My throat was completely dried out, as well as the rest of my mouth. Cooper was right by my side, panting even harder than I was.
By the time I was at the bakery, my calf muscles felt like they were lit on fire. The sun was now just barely peeking over the mountains. I flung open the doors of the bakery. The smell of fresh-baked bread drifted to my nostrils, the warmth of the bakery making me even more sweaty. But I didn't care. I sat Cooper outside the bakery doors, sternly told him, "Stay.", then shuffled over to the counter. "I'll take a loaf of french bread." I told the baker. Within seconds, he pulled a fresh loaf from the small, rusted oven, then wrapped it in a protective coat of paper towels.
The baker handed the warm loaf to me, and I gratefully wrapped my fingers around it. My eagerness to grab the loaf showed as my hands squished a section of the loaf. I loosened my grip and handed over all the money in my pocket, barely enough to cover the cost of the bread. That was all of my earnings for a few weeks, but everyone at home would be grateful. Plus, nothing comes close in comparison to the delicious taste of bread fresh from the bakery.
Cooper jumped up on me as I brought out my loaf of bread. "Cooper!" I laughed, holding the loaf high above my head. "This isn't for you." He stopped jumping but began to whine, pawing my legs and doing the irresistible puppy dog eyes. "Alright" I said reluctantly. Ripping off a teeny piece of the burnt, crusty end of the loaf, I tossed it into the air. He jumped and caught it in his mouth, looking very proud. I applauded him. "Come on, let's go, you old mutt!"
I clicked my tounge, and he came to my side. Just as we turned to walk home, I rammed right into someone. Cooper growled as if the person had attacked me. My stomach sank. "Cooper, NO!" I commanded, but he must've not heard me. He lunged forward and pinned the boy to the ground, snapping in the poor boy's face.
I quickly leaped to my feet and grabbed Cooper harshly by the nape of his neck. He whined as I pulled him off the boy and looked him sternly in the eye. "Bad boy." I scolded. He tucked his tail inbetween his legs and looked ashamed. "Are you alright??" I asked the boy.
Grunting with displeasure, I pushed myself out of the tall, green grass, now softly brushing against my sore calves. It was starting to get late; I watched the sun slowly descend behind the mountains, painting the sky the colors of sherbet ice cream. Really, I did not want to, but I had to start jogging to the heart of the town if I was going to get to the bakery and then home in time.
Much to the protest of my strained legs, I began to take up a light jog, not much faster than my walking speed, then began to progressively add speed until I was close to sprinting. My breathing became so rapid I hardly had time to intake any air before I quickly exhaled. My throat was completely dried out, as well as the rest of my mouth. Cooper was right by my side, panting even harder than I was.
By the time I was at the bakery, my calf muscles felt like they were lit on fire. The sun was now just barely peeking over the mountains. I flung open the doors of the bakery. The smell of fresh-baked bread drifted to my nostrils, the warmth of the bakery making me even more sweaty. But I didn't care. I sat Cooper outside the bakery doors, sternly told him, "Stay.", then shuffled over to the counter. "I'll take a loaf of french bread." I told the baker. Within seconds, he pulled a fresh loaf from the small, rusted oven, then wrapped it in a protective coat of paper towels.
The baker handed the warm loaf to me, and I gratefully wrapped my fingers around it. My eagerness to grab the loaf showed as my hands squished a section of the loaf. I loosened my grip and handed over all the money in my pocket, barely enough to cover the cost of the bread. That was all of my earnings for a few weeks, but everyone at home would be grateful. Plus, nothing comes close in comparison to the delicious taste of bread fresh from the bakery.
Cooper jumped up on me as I brought out my loaf of bread. "Cooper!" I laughed, holding the loaf high above my head. "This isn't for you." He stopped jumping but began to whine, pawing my legs and doing the irresistible puppy dog eyes. "Alright" I said reluctantly. Ripping off a teeny piece of the burnt, crusty end of the loaf, I tossed it into the air. He jumped and caught it in his mouth, looking very proud. I applauded him. "Come on, let's go, you old mutt!"
I clicked my tounge, and he came to my side. Just as we turned to walk home, I rammed right into someone. Cooper growled as if the person had attacked me. My stomach sank. "Cooper, NO!" I commanded, but he must've not heard me. He lunged forward and pinned the boy to the ground, snapping in the poor boy's face.
I quickly leaped to my feet and grabbed Cooper harshly by the nape of his neck. He whined as I pulled him off the boy and looked him sternly in the eye. "Bad boy." I scolded. He tucked his tail inbetween his legs and looked ashamed. "Are you alright??" I asked the boy.
I don't know what I should do. I'll tell you later who I decide is the right one.
