Today's prompt from Sparky Dorian: Puppies. Now I'm all up to date!
The box was sitting by the side of the street, battered and drooping. The muffled whimpers coming from inside could barely be heard over the clatter of traffic and chatter of passers by. No one stopped to hear, no one cared. The box remained by the side of the street, growing more damp and battered by every passing hour.
A nose poked its way out of the box. It was a very small nose, black and wet. It had come out through a small hole in the side, just big enough for it to fit. It sniffed slowly, then retreated back inside.
Then it came out again. This time, the small black nose was followed by a small black face, with big eyes and a mouth with sharp little teeth. The little teeth bit into the side of the hole, gradually widening it. They bit further and further, widening the hole more and more, until the little black nose and the little black face was followed by a little black body, fluffy all over with a little tail curled up at the end.
With its whole body out of the box, the little puppy - for it was a puppy - started exploring the street. It dodged the people, running around their feet and under their skirts, following every interesting smell it could find. It found one particular smell, following it further and further, with more and more attention, until - bump - the puppy ran right into a pair of shoes.
"What's this?" a voice came from above. A large pair of hands came down around the puppy, lifting it high up into the air. The puppy yipped. This was exciting! He should have left the box a long time ago!
"It's a puppy, Watson, Schipperke most likely. Now, will you put it down? Mrs Hudson has supper waiting for us." That wasn't the same voice. It was a different one, not as friendly. The puppy growled at it.
"It's only a little puppy, Holmes. It will be cold out tonight. Puppies should not be out on the street." That was the same voice, the nice one. The puppy yipped at it again. It liked that voice. "It seems too dirty to belong to anyone. I'll just take it home with us tonight, and tomorrow I can make inquiries."
"Do hurry, Watson. Mrs Hudson will not be pleased if we miss supper again after last week."
The puppy found itself being wrapped in something soft and woollen. It sniffed curiously at the material, but shied away quickly. It smelt odd, something sharp that made its nose itch. Still, it was warm. The puppy cuddled closer, burrowing into the material and starting to drift off to sleep. It had been a long day for the little puppy. Adventures were nice. Maybe tomorrow it could have another one.