A/N: Hey guys! Here's the next story! Enjoy! :)
A pup named Marshall lived with a gosling in a house deep in the woods. Marshall was a hunter and a trapper.
The gosling was small and yellow named Fuzzy. Marshall had raised Fuzzy from a goose.
Almost every morning Marshall went hunting, and Fuzzy stayed behind and guarded the house. One morning, as Marshall was checking his traps, he got a feeling that something was wrong at home.
He hurried back as fast as he could, but when he got there he found that Fuzzy was missing. He searched the house and the woods nearby, but Fuzzy was nowhere to be seen. He called and called, but the gosling did not answer. For days Marshall looked for Fuzzy, but he could find no trace of him.
Finally he gave up and went back to his work. But one morning he heard something moving in the attic. He picked up his gun. Then he thought,
"I'd better be quiet about this."
So he took off his boots. And in his bare feet he began to climb the attic stairs. He slowly took one step, then another, then another, until at last he reached the attic door.
He stood outside listening but he didn't hear a thing. Then he opened the door, and-
"AAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Reader: Why did he scream?
Me: You'd scream too if you stepped on a nail in your bare feet.
A/N: What do you think happened to Fuzzy? Leave a review! :)