"Where is that dumb dog?" Chelsea shouted. It was another one of those summer days; the sun was so hot. Chelsea felt like she was in flames. She ran around her farm, looking for her dog, Woof.
He's not even on the ranch, I bet. Probably ran off to Verdure Island. Ah, dumb dog!
Chelsea ran to Verdure Island. Feeling desperate, she had to find Woof. Tomorrow was the Dog Festival. They had to practice. She was going to beat everyone this year, she knew it. But Woof was a lazy and fat dog; he hated anything psychical. He had run away, tired of Chelsea's constant desire for practice.
"Woof! Woof!" Chelsea hollered for her dog.
"Why on earth are you barking?" said a voice from behind her. She whipped her head around to see Vaughn, the island's self-proclaimed cowboy. He tipped his signature black hat over his face to keep the sun from shining in his eyes.
"Shut up, Vaughn! I'm looking for my dog, Woof!" Chelsea snapped. "Have you seen him?"
"Nope," he admitted. "But I can help you look." Vaughn was surprised; the usually sweet and friendly Chelsea had suddenly turned into a menace.
"Sure, I need all the help I can get!" she proclaimed.
The two ran around, looking for Woof. He was nowhere to be found. Hours passed and the sun grew hotter than ever.
Woof, Chelsea thought, wherever you are, you are in so much trouble.
"Well, we've checked everywhere. Your dog's gone," Vaughn confided.
"NO! We WILL find him!" Chelsea screamed. She wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead with one furious swipe of her arm. "There is still one place we haven't checked!"
"And where would that be?" Vaughn frowned.
Chelsea looked at the dock and its old, wooden boat.
"Animal Island."