A/N: I really need reviews. And look out: there's a nerd going to be coming soon, with tales to tell. You can guess who he is.

Finding Pinky


As told by Isabella

Adyson and I were walking down the street, chattering as usual. We were eight years old, then. Just then, we heard a whine, which seemed to be coming from a small alley. Adyson looked at me in surprise, and we rushed down the sidewalk, down to a small alley. I wrinkled up my nose as I entered the small, dirty alley, which sunlight lit, only dimly. In the dim light, we spotted a very small puppy, whining mournfully. Adyson gasped. I kneeled down by the little puppy, and brought it into the light.

"It's got no collar," whispered Adyson.

I looked at the puppy. "It's a Chihuahua!" I gasped.

"A what?" repeated Adyson in amazement.

"A Chihuahua," I repeated. "It must have been abandoned," I said crossly.

I felt a momentary surge of anger flow through me. "It's cute," said Adyson, interrupting my thoughts.

"Yeah," I said, smiling. I ruffled its fur, and it jumped up happily at me. "Look, it likes you," pointed out Adyson.

"Yeah," I said. "I think I am going to take this poor little thing home," I hugged the little puppy fondly. "I shall call it...Pinky,"