A/N: This is the third chapter. This is Evita's point of view, which I'm sure will be extremely special. And it will sound fairly dumb, as Evita is a dog, and I'm not sure how bright they are.

Grr! Woof! Bark, yap, bark!

This was fun. Evita liked making noises. Evil mean lady across the street got mad when she made noises, but she didn't stop. She didn't like evil mean lady.

Evita kept up a permanent perch on the windowsill in the large glass penthouse windows. Today was no different.

Evita lay next to the open window on the warm sill that had been in the sun for most of the day. She twitched and tried to bite the ribbon on the Christmas collar that she was wearing. Mommy had brought it to her this morning and put it on while she ate a treat. Mommy was mean. Evita didn't like collars; this one was no exception.

But, aside from the whole collar thing, Evita liked Mommy. She petted her, fed her yummy people food, and yelled at evil mean lady across the street. Mommy took good care of her.

Daddy was pretty nice too. He took her on lots of trips. Sometimes they went to a bad place where she would get shots, but most of the time he would take her to places that she would get petted and fawned over. Which Evita liked. She loved attention, and barking got her a lot of it, even if it was bad attention.

Evita was snoozing peacefully on the window ledge when she was awakened by an obnoxious noise. If there was one thing that she hated more than evil mean lady, it was getting woken up when she was sleeping.

Not that it stopped her from doing it to other people, but still. She was so totally more amazing than everyone else in the world that they should all just bow to her and obey her every whim. Evita had a very high opinion of herself.

She glared out the window, letting the cool December air waft over her. Where was the annoying sound coming from? Evita spied a pretty boy wearing a vibrant orange jacket, the only colour in her world besides black and white. He was pounding on a bucket with tree branches.

Humans are stupid, Evita decided. She whined and tried to hide from the noise that was coming in through the open window. Why did Mommy have to pick today to leave the window open? There was only one thing to do in a situation like this.

Grr! Woof! Bark, yap, bark!

The drumming persisted.

Grr! Woof! Bark, yap, bark!

This was getting really annoying.

Grr! Woof! Bark, yap, bark!

How long had pretty orange boy been pounding that thing?

Grr…Woof…Bark, yap, bark?

So tired…

Grr…Woof…Bark…yap…bark…

Running out of oxygen. Not sure how long this can go on.

grr, wheeze, woof…bark, wheeze, yap…bark…

The cold air feels so good. How far down is it?

Gr-Wo-Ba-ya-ba-

Flying!

No – falling.

Silence.

A/N: Wasn't that special? And, thanks to a brilliant idea from I'll Cover Angel and Collins, there is going to be one more chapter! YAY! Whose point of view is it? You're gonna have to wait to find out! [Aren't I evil?]