10. Basketball

Elvis POV (I've been dying to do one from his POV)

Yawning, I got up and looked around me. Nope, nothing exciting is happening, and definitely no sausage. I lay back down on the couch and tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't. There was too much noise coming from outside. Sleepily, I headed outside to see what was keeping me from my nap.

The red girl, the rude fairy, the yellow-haired girl who yells a lot, and the nice girl were running around in the front yard tossing something back and forth. I walked closer to see what it was. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Not again. I never want to see one of those orange things again.

***Flashback to Sabrina's 12th birthday***

It was dark in the house, and no one was awake. I padded over to the kitchen to see if anyone left sausage out by mistake. I like sausage. I sniffed around a bit, and then jumped on the table even though I'm not supposed to. There was a brightly colored box lying open on the table. Curious, I peeked inside and found a ball! I tried to get it out of the box, but only knocked it off the table. At least the orange ball fell out of the box. I jumped off the table and saw a bottle lying next to it. I sniffed the bottle, and accidentally stepped on it. White goop covered my face and I jumped back startled.

I decided I didn't like the white stuff and went to inspect the orange ball. But when I sniffed it, the ball got stuck to the white gunk on my face. I tried to get it off with my paw, but it wouldn't budge. Annoyed, I ran into a cabinet and a bunch of silverware tumbled out. One of the sharpest ones hit the ball on the way down and it popped loudly in my face, scaring me. I whimpered and ran up to the nice girl's room, trying to get away from the awful thing. I stayed away from the kitchen for a while.

***End flashback***

I stood frozen in place, terrified by the memory. That orange ball was awful. I looked up as the rude fairy missed the ball and it came hurtling straight toward me. I whimpered and scampered fearfully back to the house. I could hear the nice girl calling behind me, "Elvis, it's just a basketball. It won't hurt you." So that's what the orange ball is called.

But she was wrong; basketballs do hurt.

AN- This is the shortest chapter yet, but it was fun to write! Sorry about the simplicity of everything, but it's from a dog's POV, after all. I hope you liked it! Please review!!!