Hetalia Newscast!
AN: OMSHIZ! Twice in two days! That's a new record for this story! Now this one will make you say 'Awwwwww~' You know why? 'CAUSE PETS ARE SAVIN' THEIR OWNERS!
America: F- Yeah!
Well, enjoy, and remember. I DON'T OWN!
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Arthur huffed. His black eye had swollen shut and he broke his arm when the equipment fell on them. But he was happy. The frog had a black eye, two teeth were missing, his leg was fractured, and he got a knee to the crotch. But, poor Feli got crushed under all of them and then the equipment fell on the trio. Yet he still managed to get away without a scrape! He sipped his tea and continued to walk towards the main room, where Yao set out breakfast for everyone. Kiku was rushing about, holding everybody's clothes for today's report. Ivan was handing Ludwig his script, smiling in his own creepy Russian way. Roderich and Eduard were silently chatting, talking about science and such. Elizaveta was smacking Francis upside the head with her frying pan, the female reporter was probably being molested by the frenchman.
"Arthur, aru! Come get your breakfast!" Yao shouted, his voice unnaturally loud in the unnaturally quiet room. I walked over and grabbed the plate he offered, thanking him in a polite tone before sitting and starting to eat. Alfred stood in the middle of the room, looking proud and tall. "All right! We have a good report that was (for once) not totally messed up by Ivan's sick and twisted mind! Let's eat quick and get moving!"
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Everybody was in position, Alfred wearing the mew suit Kiku had tailored for him. It was a dark shade of blue and the white shirt underneath looked crisp and new. His red tie clearly showing his American pride. He shuffled his papers before giving Arthur the O.K signal.
"Okay! Good Morning, people of the world! This Alfred speaking, with my faithful co-host Ludwig! We bring you a happy news report about animals saving their owners. Please enjoy!" Ludwig picked up his papers and scanned over the contents.
7 Pet Heroes to the Rescue How a group of horses, several dogs, one cat, and a parrot saved their favorite humans
By Elizaveta Hedervary, Lili Zwingli, and Katyusha Braginski
"Everybody loves a good-news story of friend helping friend, neighbor assisting neighbor, stranger saving stranger—of people who step forward in a moment of crisis to offer a selfless hand. Sometimes, that hand is a paw or a hoof. Here are the stories of 10 heroic animals that stepped up to protect their favorite humans, often at risk to themselves:"
Freckles, smoke detector
"Velma Leger remembers clearly the morning in October 1987 when she discovered her youngest child could barely see. When Leger held up a rattle for Sarah, then 6 months old, the baby reached for it and missed. Many doctors and tests later, it was confirmed that Sarah had bilateral retinoblastoma, a hereditary form of cancer that had caused tumors in both eyes. She received radiation treatment and was cured of the cancer, but developed into a shy young girl and teenager, utterly dependent on her mother and sister. "I used my cane," she says, "but I was always running into things, and I couldn't get where I needed to go without help." (Wearing corrective lenses, she can make out shapes and very large print, but she is legally blind.)"
"Sarah's world began to open up dramatically last year when she was partnered with Freckles, a small goldador guide dog—a cross between a golden retriever and a Labrador. "I could do so much more because of Freckles," says Sarah, now a sophomore at Louisiana State University–Eunice. "It was easier to make friends, because I could get around by myself, and I wasn't afraid.""
"In January, while she was home in Leonville, La., on winter break, Sarah found out that Freckles is a lifesaver in other ways, too. One night, after Sarah had said goodnight to her family and headed to bed, Freckles stopped abruptly at the threshold to the computer room connected to her bedroom, blocked her entry, and wouldn't budge. Sarah was forced to call out for help. The mystery was solved when an odd smell alerted her dad, a firefighter, that the computer monitor was smoldering. Though he grabbed it and took it outside, Freckles refused to settle down until she couldn't pick up even a whiff, which meant the family was up until 3 a.m. airing out the house."
""She definitely was not trained to do what she did," says Jennifer Gerrity, who worked with Freckles at Southeastern Guide Dogs in Palmetto, Fla. "Guide dogs are trained to navigate obstacles, not fires. And they do not perform body blocks.""
Falstaff, the next best thing to 911
"Richard Schulenberg, 70, was gardening one beautiful Saturday morning last October when he began to sweat profusely, his arms went numb, and he felt like he had a constrictive band across his chest. Fearing a heart attack, the entertainment lawyer and producer started down a hillside toward his Beverly Hills home, stopping to rest every few feet. Certain that his partner, Arlene Winnick, had left the house to run errands, he knew he'd have to figure out another way to get help. While he assessed his options, one of his English setters, the elegant Lady Rosalind, wandered by, licked his hand, and continued her stroll through the grounds."
"It wasn't long, though, before rescue came. Falstaff, also an English setter, seemed to have sensed that something wasn't quite right. When he found Schulenberg sitting on the hillside, the usually mellow dog began to bark fiercely and wouldn't calm down. Nor would he leave Schulenberg's side."
"As luck would have it, Winnick was climbing into her car and heard the commotion. Why hasn't Richard stopped the dog from barking? she wondered, going to investigate. She helped Schulenberg down to the house, where, in denial, he decided he wanted a shower. Once Winnick heard about the symptoms and realized he hadn't simply fallen down, however, they went to the ER pronto. Within 90 minutes of discovering that Schulenberg's left artery was 100 percent blocked, he had a stent snaked through his wrist and up his arm. "My doctor told me I was very lucky," says Schulenberg. "Another 30 minutes, he said, and I would have died." Since October, Schulenberg has dropped 35 pounds, and Falstaff now carefully patrols the yard."
Tiger, a quick and fearless decoy
"When Sophie Thomas's son gave her a kitten for company several years ago, the independent 97-year-old resident of Harrison, Mich., became very protective of her. Little did she know that one day their roles would be reversed."
"Thomas was pulling dandelions in her garden one sunny afternoon last summer when she was suddenly surrounded by four growling pit bulls. Clutching her spade, Thomas tried talking to them and shooing them away as they circled her, to no avail. One of the dogs lunged, biting her on the arm. She hit him on the head with her spade, and he backed off, but a second dog advanced. "I've never been so scared," Thomas says. "I was shaking!""
"Suddenly, little Tiger came out of nowhere. "She flew through the air and shot past me like a bolt of lightning," Thomas recalls. "She just jumped right into the middle of them, then ran for the garage." The dogs took off after Tiger, giving Thomas a window of opportunity to run to safety inside her house. Eventually the dogs left her yard, and Tiger came out of hiding."
"The bite required a tetanus shot, and Tiger, who took a swipe to the nose, needed a little patching up. The dogs were quarantined. Thomas credits Tiger with saving her life. "She's such a scaredy-cat usually," she says. "I don't know what came over my angel that day. She got a lot of love that night!""
Scottee, the coyote-battling horse
"Every morning about 8:30 or so, Robert "Bob" Bennington Jr. heads over to his brother's Old Moon Farm, just down the road from his home in Streator, Ill., to feed the family horses. Wednesday, Feb. 24, 2010, was no different. When he saw Scottee, his wife Eleanore's horse, Bennington called out to the 14-year-old brown bay to come get fed."
""That's when Blue, a 28-year-old horse, ran in front of me like a bat out of hell," recalls Bennington, 68, a retired employee of a nearby glass factory. "I said: 'What the hell is the matter with you, Blue? Where's the fire?' " Just then he spotted five coyotes rounding the old outhouse and heading up the hill toward him. "I called to Scottee, who was eating grass by the creek, to come quick.""
"The horse, so easygoing and gentle that he once spent his summers working at a kids' camp, took off at full gallop toward Bennington, who'd been surrounded by the coyotes and was terrified. Scottee planted himself in front of Bennington and started whinnying, rearing up, and stomping the ground. Soon three other horses—Danny Boy, Codee, and Levi—were helping Scottee form a tight circle around Bennington. Blue ran down to the east side of the barn and joined the other horses in a line, watching and ready to fight if needed. "I had seen cows do this to protect their babies," Bennington says. "But never horses.""
"The largest of the coyotes lunged toward Bennington, and Danny Boy kicked at it. The mangy black animal came back at him, snarling. Then a shaggy gray coyote moved in. "Scottee wheeled around and kicked him dead center, and sent him for a loop," says Bennington. "The big black one went wide, and Levi caught him in mid-leap and kicked him in the head." The coyotes, which Bennington later heard had attacked a child and killed a Shetland pony, let out a few yips and retreated to an empty cornfield. "I thought my number was up," he says. "All I had for protection was my cane.""
"These days, Bennington often can't help but cry when he tells the story, since Scottee died unexpectedly last November, probably after grazing on a poisonous plant."
Calamity Jane, armed-robber alarm
"At about 11:15 on the night of Jan. 23, 2009, Shar Pauley went outside with her three rescued golden retrievers. Calamity Jane, who had joined the family just weeks earlier after being abandoned with a gunshot wound and having a leg amputated, trotted along happily on three limbs. Just days earlier, she'd given birth to a litter of puppies."
"The residential street in Aledo, Texas, was quiet. But suddenly Calamity Jane stiffened and bolted toward a neighbor's home, growling and barking furiously. The other dogs, alarmed, began barking too, though they stayed in their yard as they'd been trained to do. Pauley was taken aback; the dog was usually so docile that she hadn't even bothered to put her on a leash. "Calamity Jane just picked up on something, and charged over there," Pauley says. Noticing that her neighbors had company—there were cars parked outside—Pauley worried about disturbing them. She grabbed the dog's collar and pulled her into the yard next to the driveway. As she did, she heard car doors slam and saw a car speed away. What Pauley didn't know was that inside the house, Judy Kolman, 59, and her husband Steve had been preparing to bid goodnight to seven guests, including two children, when a gun-wielding man in a ski mask burst in. Herding them into the living room, the gunman shouted at them and beat Steve, while two accomplices ransacked the home, taking jewelry, electronics, and a coin collection."
"Suddenly aware of the racket outside, the gunman contacted his getaway car using his cellphone set on speaker. "There's people outside," Kolman heard the lookout say. The men fled, leaving the family and their guests shaken. (The men were later apprehended and are now serving jail time.) "Who knows what might have happened," Kolman says, if Calamity Jane hadn't raised the alarm. Only after Kolman ran next door to ask Pauley's help in calling police did Pauley learn what had happened."
"Pauley speculates that her dog, a victim of violence herself, might be more sensitive to disturbing sounds or movements than her other dogs. Since foiling the home invasion, Calamity Jane has returned to her mild-mannered ways and now volunteers as a therapy dog, visiting patients at local hospitals."
Charley, neighborhood watch dog
"Frances Gippert, a travel manager who works from home in Loganville, Ga., became annoyed at her dog Charley one afternoon in August 2008. Well before he normally would need to go outside, "he kept coming up to me, tapping my arm, barking like crazy," says Gippert, 48. "I need it quiet, because I'm constantly on the phone.""
"Finally, she relented and snapped on Charley's leash. Though the West Highland terrier's habit was to visit a spot across the street, this time he pulled Gippert in the opposite direction, to a spot three houses away, and began barking furiously. "I knew something was wrong," Gippert says."
"Sure enough, when she looked closely into the yard, she spotted a man lying in some bushes. Gippert grabbed Charley and ran home to call 911, then returned to stay with the man while awaiting the ambulance. "He was semiconscious," she says."
"The man was Roy Monie, who owns and rents out the house and had stopped by to do some maintenance on the roof. "I know I shouldn't have been doing it alone," he says. While climbing from a lower roof to an upper roof, he lost his balance and fell, hitting his head before landing in the shrubbery below. He lay there for more than two hours, drifting in and out of consciousness. "Charley raised a ruckus," he says. "He really was a lifesaver.""
"Monie suffered serious injuries in the fall, including a collapsed lung and a cracked rib, and spent a week in the hospital. "It's amazing," says Monie, 64, "that a dog could have heard something from at least 200 feet away and interpreted it as danger." Monie now counts Charley as a fast friend."
Jake, rescue swimmer
"It was a warm day in June 2008, and Diane Bailey and her family were spending it at their cabin on the Platte River near Omaha, Neb. While she was absorbed in preparing a picnic, Bailey's then 12-year-old son, Tony, headed to the river to wade. The water looked waist-high at most."
"But it quickly became apparent that the water was deeper than he'd thought, and the current was strong and swift. Although not far from shore, Tony became caught in the current and felt himself being pulled under, and because the wind had shifted, his calls for help went unheard—at least by the humans."
"Jake, the family's 3-year-old black Labrador retriever, charged into action. "All of a sudden, we saw Jake barrel over to the river," Bailey recalls. She and other family members ran to the riverbank and watched the Lab paddle out to Tony, who put his arms around the dog. Together, they were able to swim their way to calmer water, where family members could reach them."
"Jake's burst of heroism was somewhat surprising, Bailey says wryly, because the dog, now 6, doesn't often listen to or obey his owners. Luckily, she says, the family had picked him as a puppy from a kennel that breeds black Labs because they like to swim." Ludwig finished with a quiet sigh of relief, glad he hadn't messed up.
"Wow, who would've thought that animals could be such good heroes! Well that's all for this sweet report. See you tomorrow and have a happy New Year!" Alfred had to yell, didn't he? With that Arthur shut off the camera, and quit recording them. "That was so sweet!" Feli was crying and had his white handkerchief. "I know, right!" Alfred was right next to him, sobbing loudly at the adorable story.
"Well, come on. I'm hungry and Yao said lunch was ready." Alfred sobered up pretty quickly at the mention of food, and ran off with Feli.
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AN: How was that completely sappy story? I wanted to cry when I read it over, it was soooo sweet! 3 Which animal did you like out of these, Artie?
England: I guess I liked the one about Falstaff.
Why, because it was an English Setter?
England:*blush* NO!
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