BALTO V
LOVING TRICKSTER
Chapter 1
It was the time of my adoption. I was one of the first to go. One of the first to wonder how I would go on with my parents. I was so happy about being adopted. Maybe I didn't realize mom and dad wouldn't be there.
Nome, Alaska.
A young human child picked up one of Balto and Jenna's puppies and walked away with him.
"I know that human." said Jenna. "He'll be a good boy for Dingo."
Yep. That would be me. Dingo. And this is just ONE of my stories.
I didn't know human time back then, but right about now, I guess I can say it was nearly an hour, if not a whole hour that I'd stopped crying. This place was not what it seemed. No one canine visited us. However, I had one vulpine visitor...
"What's wrong?" asked a girl's voice from the window. She was about Dingo's age.
"I'm never going to see my mommy and daddy again, am I?" asked Dingo.
"Sure you will." said the fox pup. "My mommy and daddy were chased by someone bad and we see each other all the time."
Dingo just stared.
"Yeah." said the fox pup. "Bad. I know."
Little Dingo smiled.
"No, I liked it!" Dingo said and laughed. "I'm Dingo."
"I'm Tristan." said the fox pup.
The two then laughed and played together.
Some time later. The woods.
"Ready or not! Here I come!" said a teenage red and white husky. He had blue eyes and his face was almost completely white, except from where the red ends on the rest of his head continued to his nose on his muzzle. He ran through out the area, looking for the one in hiding, but was unsuccessful. He then stopped in his tracks and smiled.
"Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater! Had a husband, couldn't keep him!" he chanted.
A teenage fox fell from a tree. Amazingly, instead of moaning in pain, she just laughed.
"We need to find games you can't cheat at." said the husky.
"Aww, Dingo..." said the vixen. "Don't be such a sour puss."
"Who said I was being sour?" asked Dingo.
"Just making sure." the vixen said with a smile and started walking, then sat down to scratch her head with her hind paw.
"Tristan?" asked Dingo.
"Yes, Dingo?" the vixen asked as she stopped scratching her head and looked at Dingo.
"I haven't really thought about it in a while, but do you still think I'll see my parents some day?" asked Dingo.
"Well, all dogs go to Heaven, don't they?" Tristan joked.
"But I wanna see them before I die." Dingo said seriously.
"I promise it will happen when time allows for it to." said Tristan.
Dingo smiled.
"I need to get back home." said Tristan. "You want me to walk you back to town?"
"Sure." said Dingo.
The two friends then went back toward Nome.