This is my first short story that came to me while I was working.
The Dog and The Master
There once lived a dog of great skill. The dog could hunt any animal from its hiding place. It never truly lost its prey.
The dog's master was a different story. The master was reckless. He cared for no one but himself. The master expected a lot from the dog.
Everyday the dog with its master would hunt with success. However, there came a day where it was different.
The master had spotted three raccoons. Each one's fur could be traded for a wonderful meal. The master sent the dog after the pests. The raccoons were fast. The dog chased wildly. It caught two of the raccoons. The third one had crossed a fast flowing stream.
When the dog returned with its catch the master was not satisfied. He wanted all the fur he could get. He took his anger out on the dog. The results of the injuries on the dog hurt its pride.
That night the dog broke free of its cage. It did not like its failure. To prove to its master that it hadn't lost, the dog went after the last raccoon. The dog thought of the prize it would receive when it returned.
The dog stumbled across the raccoons tracks and caught up to it. The dog was quick and killed the raccoon. The dog was victorious in its catch.
The master had come to check his dog when it was gone. He grew mad at the canine again. At see his dog arriving, he charged the dog in rage. They tussled and fought for less than ten minutes.
The master threw one last fist at the dog's neck. The dog fell and never got up again. The master saw what he had done in horror. His eyes trailed to the prize the dog had been carrying. "I'm sorry."