"I Pray, Don't Take Him Away"
A Short Tragedy Written Due To a Loss
"Now don't go too far, boys." "We won't." "And stay away from the road!" Jenny called to the four brothers. Pounce and Tumble were young, carefree, and didn't always listen to Jenny's warnings. Admetus and Plato were much older and always tried to keep their little brothers out of trouble. As they headed out to play, the younger two already started to cause mischief. "I can tumble more than you!" "Oh, you wanna bet!" "You're on!" The two somersaulted until they reached the Junkyard gate. "Huh? Hey, Tumble. Did you see that?" "See what?" "Across the road. The biggest rat I've ever seen!" "Really?" "Come on! Let's check it out!"
The two kittens had just left the main gate, when the other two appeared. "Guys, wait! Jenny said not to go too far." "Aww, come on, Addie! We'll only be a few minutes." The two made it to the end of the sidewalk before Plato tried to stop them. "Are you two crazy? Jenny told us to stay off the road! It's dangerous!" "Aww, nothing's coming, Plato." Pounce dashed across the black path. "I'm gonna tell Jenny if you don't come back, Pounce!" Admetus called to his younger sibling, a worried look on his face. "Aww, don't be such a Wiener Dog!" Tumble ran after his brother. But halfway across the street, *HONK SCREECH!*, a huge metal monster was heading straight for him. The poor kit was frozen in fear. "Tumble, RUN!" "Get out of the road, Stupid!" "MOVE IT!"
*BANG!* Tumble got up. "I...I'm alive? But...how?" As the young tom looked back at the road, the answer was clear. "PLATO!" The eldest brother was lying in the middle of the road, blood dripping from a deep wound in his head. The brave tom had pushed his brother out of the way at the last minute. Addie rushed across the road and dragged Plato's limp body to safety, the other two close behind. Once across, Pounce rushed to his injured sibling, while Tumble released his symptoms of shock behind a bush. Addie spoke, his voice shaky. "He...he's still breathing..." He held his brother close, blood dripping onto his own fur. "P-Pounce, go get Munkustrap! Hurry!" The youngest tom ran in search of the Tribe Protector, one thought echoing through his mind:
"Holy Vivat, please. I pray to you, don't take him away. Please, let him live..."
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I'm not a big fan of tragedies, but writing is a way I let out my feelings. A few weeks ago, I got a call from my grandma who had some bad news. Pancake, her Jack Russell puppy who was loved by all, was hit by a truck. The loss has affected our entire family, but writing this has made me feel a bit better. But I'm still a bit worried about my family. If you readers have anything to say about the tragic loss of Pancake the Puppy, Just leave your kind words in your review. And if you want me to add a happy ending to this story, just let me know.