Yes Klaus is great. He's my favourite character. That's why this story is all about him. And his sisters. But we won't worry about them.

Chapter FIVE

Violet wandered through the streets. Her head throbbed but she didn't know why. Everything was all so strange to her.

People stared at her, pointing and whispering.

"What's that girl doing wandering around like that?"

"Why isn't a pretty girl like her doing something useful with her time?"

"How did the big bump on her head get there?"

"Hey Violet!"

Violet walked on. The world didn't want her. What was the world anyway? What were all these people? She desperately needed some attention.

Just then, a little girl around 6 walked up to her and tugged her sleeve. She looked up at Violet with innocent and eyes and said, "You've got red stuff in your hair. My mommy says that you put ketchup in it but I think you hurt yourself."

Violet stared down at her. She ran her fingers through the girl's hair, got down on her knees and gave the girl a hug. The little girl turned and ran away. Violet blinked.

And blinked.

And blinked.

But the world stayed the same. No one was going to help her out.

Sunny was fast asleep. It was naptime. The dogs had brought her to a cosy shed which they often used for secret meetings and there they had set up a lovely bed for Sunny to lie upon. Sunny snoozed for quite sometime before the dogs decided that they should wake her up and discuss things.

As sunny opened her little eyes and stretched her little arms, the dogs began barking.

"Woof! Woof woof!"

Sunny sat, stunned.

"Woofy woof woofetty!"

Sunny understood. The dogs were now her family. "Woog!" cried Sunny and the dogs all barked harder.

"WOOF WOOF WOOF,  WOOF WOOOOOOF WOFF!"

Sunny choked. She didn't think she was ready to be king of the dogs. Especially now since her arms and legs were unable to crawl. "Werggy!" yelled Sunny, but the dogs insisted.

"WOOF WOOF WOOF,  WOOF WOOOOOOF WOFF!"

"Gerf!" said Sunny and the dogs agreed. She was now their king, as long as they carried her around everywhere.

Klaus cried in pain as Olaf tightened the collar up a notch. He tried to give Olaf a good kick.

Olaf jumped back, alarmed. "Now dog," he said, "You best be careful. I want a good, obedient dog. If you are unwilling to obey, I may have to make you obey." He pulled out a metre long whip and slashed the air.

Klaus swallowed. Olaf attached a lead to the dog collar.

"Now listen to me," Olaf said, "I have your name and address on your collar. Should you happen to get lost, you need only to find another human being and they will bring you back home. Should you fail to return, I may have to catch you and chain you up. I'm sure an active dog like you won't like that."

Klaus stared up at Olaf. Olaf stared back. No one said anything.

Suddenly Klaus started barking ferociously. "Grrrrr….Ruff!"

Olaf looked at him nervously, "Ok doggie…" he stuttered, "I was only kidding, I'm not going to chain you up. There's a good doggie…"

Klaus barked a little longer, then laughed at Olaf. "Look at you!" he scorned, "A whip in your hand and you're scared of a barking boy? Gracious Olaf, I think you're losing your touch" Klaus rolled around on the floor, laughing.

"Ah, shut up!" ordered Olaf half-heartedly. Then he looked at Klaus and cracked up. "Yeah," he giggled, "I think I am losing my touch. He he he!"

Klaus stopped. Olaf was laughing. Olaf was occupied. Olaf was happy. This could mean many things, for example, it could mean Olaf was finally free from the horrible spirit he was, or he found what Klaus said funny, or there was something in his shoe tickling him. But to Klaus, this meant only one thing.

It wasn't that Olaf was finally free from the horrible spirit he was, or that Olaf found what Klaus said funny, or that there was something in Olaf's shoe tickling him, it was an opportunity to escape and find his sisters.

Olaf bent in half, doubled over with laughter. Klaus giggled meekly as he slowly stood up and backed away from Olaf.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Four steps.

Five steps.

Six steps.

Seven steps.

And one more and Klaus was out of the room. He ran. Oh how he ran. He ran so fast he knocked over furniture. He ran so fast that he fell over six times. He ran so fast that before long he was out of the house and almost on to the street.

He did not make it.

He didn't make it onto the street because at that moment a large hoard of people who looked just like Olaf ran past. Klaus was so scared he turned around and ran back into the house. He ran so fast that the furniture that was knocked over stood back up. He ran so fast that he fell over six times. He  ran so fast he was back in his room and Olaf was still lying on the ground laughing.

Olaf heard Klaus puffing and got up off the floor. "Dear me," he commented, "Looks like someone isn't used to laughing. I hope you can breathe. We wouldn't want you to run out of breath and die, would we?"

I'm not gay. Please don't hesitate to accuse me of falsehoods.