Rocket's POV
I was helping Sonic walk because his legs were clawed and bitten by dogs. "How you holding up," I asked. "Pretty good," Sonic replied. After a while, we found a park bench Sonic could rest on. "Oh, my leg," Sonic said as he sat down. "Hey, be grateful Sally isn't here," I said. "Sonic, is that you," a voice asked. "Damn it," I muttered after I turned my head to see Sally. "Sonic, what the hell happened to you," Sally asked as she looked over Sonic's injuries. "Some dogs jumped on me and attacked me," Sonic replied.
"They're technically called German Shepards. I tell you this so you don't look stupid," I corrected. "I can't believe this. And you just let this happen, Rocket," Sally said. "Hold on. I couldn't stop them unless I wanted to get mauled," I defended. "Okay, tell me exactly what happened," Sally demanded. "It all started...," I started to explain. I finished explaining with the moment the dogs attacked Sonic. "Is that really what happened," Sally asked. "It sure was. So far, five bad things happened to Sonic," I replied. "Wait, five? I only counted four," Sonic said. I then pointed to the 'Wet Paint' sign on the bench.
Sonic groaned as he saw a part of his blue fur was now brown. "Great. Now it's five," Sonic said. "Look, a pigeon," Sally said as she pointed to the sky. "Make that six," I said. "What," Sonic asked before something white came down on his shoulder. "Please let this be mayo," Sonic said as he looked at his shoulder. "Nope. That's pigeon crap," I said, snickering. "Great. My luck has changed," Sonic said before standing up. As we started walking out of the park, Sonic's left shoe stepped in something. He looked at his shoe and groaned.
"Pigeon crap on your shoulder, dog crap on your shoe. It's really shaping up to be a good day for you, Sonic," I said, snickering. "Pay no mind to him, Sonic. Maybe your luck won't last," Sally said. "Maybe you're riiiiigggghhhhttt," Sonic said as he fell into the sewers. He landed in the sewage with a loud splash. "Gross," Sonic said. "That's not even the worse of it. There's dog crap down there, too," I said as I stood over the manhole Sonic fell through. "This is officially the worst day of my life," Sonic said. "Hey, look on the bright side. At least no one will know you sat on a bench with wet paint," I said before laughing.