I could be heard

A/N: Silly, here. I don't know when I can upload this since my brother will get back any second. So I better hurry with the story.

You may know me, or at least know of me. I am a yellow dog, who is a pet. My friend is a regular dog, who is not a pet, but more human-like. You may know me by the name 'Pluto' as it is given to me by my master. Many have wondered why I couldn't talk, or drive cars, or walk on two legs, but was treated by a mouse like I was a pet.

But the fact is, I could. I could walk, I could drive cars, I could do just about anything.

I could be heard.

You're probably wondering what happened, right? Well, I was a bit... arrogant. I felt like I could snap my fingers and have the world in my hands. I would always show how superior I was to other dogs, who didn't even bother trying to live by themselves. I owned a regular house, instead of a doghouse.

I'm not sure why she had to show up that night, when nothing was happening. I was relaxing in my armchair when she showed up.

Now, you may have heard of this woman before. She was an old beggar woman, dressed in rags, and holding nothing but a rose.

Before she even spoke, I shut the door. She knocked again, and she asked if she could stay one night in return for that rose.

I literally started to roll on the floor laughing. She thought I would let her stay for a common flower? But before right when I was using my fore- I mean hands- to push myself up, she transformed into a beautiful enchantress. She cursed me for not seeing that things could work in many ways. Back then, I had no idea what that meant. But she turned me into a dog who had to walk on all fours, bark, and I couldn't take care of myself anymore.

I roamed from street to street, searching for any place that would take me in. After a while, I met a guy named Walt. He said he needed me for one of a pair of bloodhounds for his cartoon, The Chain Gang. That was when I met Mickey. In the cartoon, I was supposed to be hunting him down, but in truth I really liked the mouse. A short time later, Walt let me be Minnie's pet for about one cartoon. I don't know how it took a genius like Walt a year to figure out that I liked Mickey, but we were eventually cast in a cartoon together. That was when Mickey pleaded with Walt to let me stay as his personal pet, on and off screen.

I forget when exactly, but it was later that I met a dog who could talk, unlike one I've seen before. As in this one was odd, was strange, was,well, goofy.

For a while, I thought my fate would befall him, but it never did. Sometimes I would take hours on end thinking about it.

I realized it one day when I saw that my dog friend had rescued a scorpion from a tree. He wasn't the brightest, either. But I realized how much trouble he thought the scorpion was in, and was determined to save it. My friend was always so kind, that he didn't need my lesson. But I was just glad that even though what it was might have been ridiculous, he always had something that I threw away because I didn't need it.

He could be heard.