Chapter 17:

Living with the dogs

5-25-02, 6/2/02

Peter lay in the clouds, his body aching all over. He felt blood dripping from his face. He moved his head to one side. I'm alive? He wiggled his legs some.

"I'm alive, I'm alive." He cried out. Still dazed from the hit he could see a group of about 10 he believed to be people coming towards him.

"Is it alright?" one of the shadowy figures asked as it approached him. The shadowy figure, was a furry wolfdog creature that could somewhat, talk.

"I think we just knocked it out." Called a reddish fur wolfdog.

"This place is always bring new things to us. How are we going to explain this one?" asked the gray one.

"Explain what one?" responded the bigger black wolfdog with green eyes.

"See we hit new creature while on training field Master Meems. We didn't see him till too late. It came out of nowhere."

"There's no such place of nowhere."

"Yes,"

"What happened to me?" Peter finally asked. He was still amazed at what these things were. To him he thinks they were wild dogs but dogs of any kind don't walk on their hide legs that long and they certainly don't have the ability to talk as people do. He was confused. One minute sees himself being shot and killed by Egon, now this. What was going on?

"We hit you playing frisdisk." The gray dog spoke up.

"Playing what?"

"Frisdisk, it's where one of us carries this," He holds up a "Frisbee" known object for Peter to see, "and we chase them from one end gate to the other. When we reach the end it is slung out of their mouths and we try to catch it by running after it."

"Oh,"

"You showed up out of nowhere." A pause, "We didn't have time to stop." Said the red one. He was the smallest in the group.

"What exactly are you?" questioned Master Meems.

"What am I? I'm a human of course." Peter shot back confused at the question.

"What's a human?" responded the yellow one. Peter had to think of a way to explain that one.

"It's a person who walks on two legs like you."

"What's a person?" The gray one called as he went closer to Peter and sat down.

Why can't they figure out what I'm? This is going too far. Let me try one more time to explain this to them.

"A person is an animal kind of like an ape who can walk on his two legs, but we can talk like you."

"Something like a terror ape from the TreeLand on the out skirts of cloud 9. Right." Answered the red one.

"Yeah I suppose," Peter still had a very confused look on his face. "What is cloud 9?"

"That is where we live."

"You live on a cloud?"

"Yeah, it's our very own home." All the wolves point around. "See it's great. We are very proud of it. If I do say so."

"What are you to be exact?" asked Peter as bells where heard in the background.

"Come we must chew now. Bring creature ape with us." Master Meems called.

The wolves helped, the best they could Peter up. Peter walked on the fluffy cloud like ground. I've always heard about a cloud 9 but I never thought I would end up on it. He was lead to an over size doghouse shaped place with a big fire hydrant next to it.

"Chew time everybody." said a big black wolfdog, this one with purple eyes, called.

"What's chew time?" Peter questioned.

"I see we have a new creature here." He looked over at Peter.

"Yes, Master Tibo." Called Master Meems

"Welcome." All of the wolfdogs went into the house. Peter entered slowly not sure that he should. The wolfdogs where now, on all fours and standing in rows. In front of them were bowels. He figured out what "chew time" was. Great, living with the dogs. Just, what I needed.

"Why did I see my friend fired and supposedly kill me then just disappear?"

"I see that we have a lot of explaining to do." Said the gray one.

"Not to much, I just want to know what happened to him and why I'm not dead? Or am I?"

"No, You're not dead. Let me try to explain all of this to you. We were abandoned out here on "cloud 9" as it has known to be because we walk on our hind legs sometimes and at other times we walk on all fours. The king of "Top Mountain" known as "Terror Claw" sent us here. It's also a place of illusions that is why you saw your friend, and then he was gone. Over time we have made this place our very own." Master Tibo reacted. Peter, to the best he could, tried to explain where he was from and how we came about. When he was doing this he felt his pockets looking for the cube.

"What are you doing?" asked the little brown wolfdog next to him.

"I'm looking for my cube. I must have it. I guess that I dropped it somewhere when I got hit."

"Oh, that square shaped thing." The yellow pup called as he lifted his head out of his bowel.

"Yeah, you know where it is?" Peter sounded grateful.

"A "Terror Wing" took it."

"A "Terror Wing"? Do I even want to know what that is?"

"It's a winged "animal" as you call it, that flies above us." Answered Master Meems.

"Where did it go? We have to get that cube back." Peter started to get up.

"It probably went to the "Terror Claw" its master. They take everything that is different to the nest."

"Where would that be? I need to go."

"You? You can't fight the "Terror Claw" by yourself. You would be killed with one swipe of its claw. We will bring you to "Top Mountain" where the nest is along with an army tomorrow." The red one responded.

"Great. I need that cube back."

To be continued…………