She sees Annette, but there is never a chance to yell out. After all, Annette is flying past on a tramp and she, Danielle, is amongst the stalls of the Farmer's Market. There was never a hope.
Danielle is a simple dog, the simpler the better. She does not linger nor wonder. Those things can draw a dog into dark places. No, to live a good life, you must concentrate on the future, and forget that you could have it better. Forgive you're human if she is incompetent and forget all the bad that the world has gifted you with.
Forget and forgive.
The Lady sells her shallots and carrots with hard fists as Danielle, the toy dog, watches on. The master is back on the farm, shearing the sheep as Vicky, Ladle, Samson and Jack watch on, the work dogs.
She will come home and sit in the ladies lap as the old girl knits. The work dogs will come home and curl up in the leaking dog house made out of an old water tank. They hate her for having the fireplace and she hates them for having the adventure.
But she forgets and forgives. Hearts desires stay in the heart, they are not meant to be chased. She may dream every night of a life of discovering and temple treasures, but that does not mean she should try.
Who is she kidding, she likes this lap and it is the lap that she shall always have, up until her dying day.
When the farm dogs finally get her alone and bite her neck open.
Her motto is vicious, she forgives them even when she is bleeding to death, she forgot they hatred her and strayed too far from the lap.
A/N: If it feels rushed towards the end than that is because it was. I wanted it over and out of my way.(Alt-J - Ripe and Ruin) I suggest you listen, I heard it and though it smoothed the whole story out nicely. Thankyou reader for making it to the end, a true solider you are. Review your criticism so I can improve in future fan fictions please.