Chapter 4

Violet lay, face in the mud. For about 5 hours. You and I know that if we were to lie face in the mud for 5 hours, we'd fill our nostrils with mud, and that is not a pleasant feeling.

Violet however, was so dazed she hardly noticed. She barely remembered the events of the previous day and she barely realised that her baby sister had crawled away in the night.

Sunny was sore all over. She felt the impact of the branch on her sisters head and she felt her sister fall to the ground. She felt so stick of being bumped around that the moment everything became quite, she crawled along the gutter and into the night.

She didn't crawl very far though. Her arms and legs were so shaky from being hung up in a cage that she couldn't use them properly. Her solution was to use her teeth. So she "trawled", using her teeth to pull her along the ground.

You and I both know that this is not only extremely dangerous, for you never know when you might bite into a rock and knock your teeth out, it is also extremely uncomfortable, and the poor infant often found her mouth containing rubbish that careless people threw onto the streets.

But brave little Sunny continued, and by morning, she had travelled 1 km.

However, the streets were no longer empty. Early dog walkers had brought out their dogs and had started the walking. Sunny was no longer in the dark.

She had a terrible time. Everyone thought she was a peculiar dog with no owner and all the dogs sniffed her poor little head. As we all know, infants who have spent the night "trawling", in the morning gotten rude remarks like "That dog's head is far too big!" and licked by hundreds of dogs are usually unhappy infants. Unhappy infants tend to throw tantrums. Sunny was so unhappy that the tantrum she threw was so big, everyone in the streets ran away, leaving their dogs behind.

The dogs all felt so sorry for her that they gave her a ride on their backs and brought her food. Unfortunately, dog food is soft and Sunny didn't enjoy her meal one bit, but ate it up anyway.

Meanwhile, Klaus had just woken up. Olaf had gone out early with his dog but came running back when he saw the hoards of people running out of the streets. Klaus prepared himself for the worst.

"I have decided to by you a collar," announced Olaf as he strode into Klaus's room.

Klaus stared. "W-what?" he stammered.

"I believe you will make a better dog than a husband," continued Olaf carelessly as if he was talking about the weather rather than talking about enslaving someone. "I suspect that as a dog, you will be better behaved than you would be as a husband and you would be much cuter. It would also make me more attractive, for no woman want's to date a man who's already married to another man."

Klaus stood, stunned. But then he got angry. "You can't just make someone a dog! A person is a person; they can't be turned into a dog just because another person decides it is better. THERE ARE MORALS!!"

Olaf inspected his fingernails, then looked down at Klaus. "You will be a dog. As your husband, I am willing you to be a dog."