Chapter 2: Marshall's Nightmare
(Marshall's nightmare will begin when you see the * symbol).
As Marshall tried to sleep, he tossed and turned around in his soft bed. Marshall whined as bad memories from camp came back into his head. Marshall was having a nightmare.
* It was a nice sunny day at the Pup Training Camp. Marshall was running after Snowflake near the woods, having a good time. Suddenly, he tripped on a root and fell into some mud. Luckily, his paw wasn't hurt.
"You're so clumsy, you know that?" a voice said to Marshall as he tried to get up, his fur covered in mud. Marshall looked up and his eyes looked into some dark brown eyes. Staring down at Marshall was a camper Marshall didn't like.
"You really are clumsy Marshall," the other puppy said.
"I tripped, Shawn. Everybody trips," Marshall replied in a straightforward voice. Shawn was a Border Collie puppy who was also at the camp. Shawn was a boy, he was mostly white with brown patches around his right eye and some of his fur, he was slightly bigger than Marshall, and he liked to tease and make fun of Marshall. Today was only the fourth day of camp.
"Yes. But not everyone trips ten times in the first four days of camp," Shawn retorted in a nasty voice. Marshall took a deep breath and then looked at the puppy in front of him.
"Shawn, you have been mean to me ever since the day after we all arrived at camp. The day after we arrived you put honey in the ball we were playing with and I got chased by bees, yesterday you pushed me into the lake when we were all done getting our swimming badges, and now you're making fun of me because I tripped over a root. Why are you doing this to me?" Marshall said, trying to reason with the puppy.
"I do it because it's fun," Shawn replied back with a smile.
"You know that if you get caught you're going to be in big trouble. Being nice is one of the camp rules," Marshall reminded him.
"I know that. But as long as I keep acting like I'm your buddy around the other pups and you or anybody else doesn't tell on me, nobody will suspect a thing!" Shawn answered.
"And if I do tell on you, then what?" Marshall asked somewhat serious but curious at the same time.
"Well, if you tell, I'll just keep pretending that you're making stuff up. Besides, nobody likes a tattle-tail Marshall," Shawn retorted.
"Shawn, you know I haven't been making stuff up! You just keep acting like a friend so you can get away with your mean acts, and so you won't get into trouble!" Marshall said in a matter-of-fact kind of voice.
"Yes I have. You know, you aren't the only pup I've been picking on. There's that husky Snowflake, and your campmate. Your campmate was so funny when he freaked out in the lake!" Shawn responded with a slight giggle. Marshall frowned.
"My campmate isn't a good swimmer. And he hates the water. Watching a pup being scared of his worst fear isn't funny," Marshall replied back.
"Oh Marshall, quite being such a pup-in-the-mud!" Shawn said. Marshall frowned even more.
"Just leave me and my friends alone, Shawn!" Marshall responded before walking away to go get washed up. As Marshall walked away, Shawn smiled.
"In your dreams Marshall," Shawn said quietly as he went somewhere else.*
Suddenly, as Marshall kept tossing and turning, his dream changed.