Sorry for the long wait. I stopped working on this story, then thought I might as well finish it before updating. It's heaps longer than I expected! Enjoy!
Snowy wandered around the streets, listening to the different people, smelling the different smells, and seeing all the different sights. He hated it. His town was a quiet place, but this place was loud, and smelly. More than once a high-heeled shoe stepped on his tail as he sat trying to figure out which way to go. No one noticed him. Not that he cared, really. Except for the fact he was once again famished, and parched. Spotting a big dog nearby, he noticed it had a fairly large bone. The dog was asleep, so Snowy crept up to it, and carefully snatched the bone away, running down the road before stopping. He looked back, to see the big dog running after him, and he seemed very angry.
I wonder why? Snowy thought sarcastically, and ran in the opposite direction, knocking into people and boxes. He heard people cursing at the dogs, who were tearing through the market. Snowy tried to crawl under a small table, but the bone was too wide, and he got caught. He turned around to face the big dog, growling down at him.
He he… he said nervously. C-can I help you?
Give me back my bone, the big dog replied.
Oh, th-this was you bone? Snowy sniffed at the bone. Sorry; I suppose you want it back. I was just so hungry I wasn't thinking, and I'm lost, and I don't know where my master is, and… and… And he sat on the ground lifting his head in a mournful doggy howl, as though he were crying. The big dog looked at him, his face softening.
Oh, no, no, he barked. Keep the bone. My master will give me another one later. He is the butcher. He turned to go back to his sleeping place. When Snowy was sure he was gone, he stopped howling, and smirked to himself. Picking up the large bone, he trotted down the path.
Snowy, old boy, you've done it again.
Snowy sat in a small alleyway to rest and eat his bone. He hoped what the big dog said about his master giving him another one was true, but he happily chewed it all the same. There was still a bit of meat on it. He took a quick drink from a small puddle, and looked at his reflection. He didn't look much like Snowy anymore. More like 'Muddy', or 'Filthy' or whatever it was Tintin called him when he needed a bath. He shook himself, hoping to get rid of some of the loose dirt, and continued on his long journey.
Wouldn't it be just perfect if I met Tintin on the way? he asked himself. Then I wouldn't have to walk for so long!
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