p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 1.0in; text-indent: .5in;"It has been two years since he had lost his case, and he could still hear his little boy crying out to him. strongem"Mr. Peabody! Don't let them take me away! No, let go! Dad!"/em/strong That haunting word again. He had tried not to get so attached to the boy, just in case he ever did lose him. That was why he had tried to raise him without letting himself be called "dad" by his adopted son. After all, what kind of life would he grow up with if his dad was a talking dog? Apparently, no one but he and Sherman cared. His poor little boy… he wasn't even allowed to know what was happening to him. Now he looked around his empty apartment that had once been filled with a child's laughter as well as a time traveler's treasures. Now… now it was dark, dull, and quiet. He kept it clean though. He had been allowed one letter from his son, but he had not been allowed to respond. The letter was quick and to the point. "strongemspan style="text-decoration: underline;"I miss you, dad. Love Sherman Beagle /span/em/strongPeabody had always chuckled a little as he read that. He had given him the last name Peabody by adopting him, but Beagle had been a new add on that Sherman himself had chosen for his middle name. Today though, Peabody just wished he could tell Sherman he loved him back. Today, he felt like he was going to die. All because a fat lady in a pink blazer had put a shock collar on him, and was barely keeping him alive. Ms. Grunion wanted to torture him, all because he was a dog./p