It was morning and I could smell the bacon cooking in the kitchen. I curled my tail to my nose. One of my pointed ears twitched as Sam began to stir under the covers. I stretched and sniffed at his neck and ear. He started to make his high-squealed noise when he got excited. "Flapjack! Stop it. Your nose is wet," he said, wiping his face with his sleeve. Bowed, then wagged my tail; I let out a bark. Then, hopped off the bed. I grabbed the blanket with my mouth and pulled it off the bed. Sam started running after me. I run to the garden behind what Sam's parents call the "estate", I call the den. Running onto the wooden platform that floated on the giant water bowl, Sam followed. I watched as his two skinny legs slipped, with a splash, he was in the water. I barked and paced, wagging my tail. My nose caught a whiff of fear. Sam wasn't swimming like I usually did, he was struggling to keep his head above the water. I whimpered, and then, without a second thought, I jumped in after him. I had to get him to safety. My mouth found his body covering and I paddled back to solid ground. He wasn't breathing. I didn't know what to do. So, I started to bark. Sam needed someone with fingers to help, but I wasn't going to leave him.
It felt like an eternity. Finally, Sam's mom came out with all the noise I was making. The moment she saw Sam she rushed to his side. "Samuel!" she cried out and laid her head on his chest. She started beating him on the chest. I growled. I didn't want Sam to get hurt anymore. But, before too long Sam coughed and spit out water. His mom held Sam. Her eyes started leaking. Sam patted my head. Scratched behind my pointed ears. "Thank you, Flapjack! You're a good boy!" he whispered. My best friend called me a "good boy"! My tail wagged faster. I started licking his face. He giggled again. Sam's mom gave a soft chuckle and scratched my ear.
Sam's brother, Saul, and father came running. "What happened?" Sam's father asked. "Samuel fell into the pond. Flapjack pulled him out," Mother said. "Flapjack is too stupid of a dog with a stupid name. I don't believe it," Saul scoffed.
"No, he's not!" Sam yelled. Saul stuck out his tongue to Sam. "Saul, that is enough! Go inside, now!" Sam's father demanded.
Saul bowed his head and walked back inside. "Probably going to let Sam have ice cream and the TV again because he's "special"," Saul grumbled under his breath. No one else heard, but I did. I could sense Sam's heart began to stutter. I laid down beside him and crossed my paws to sign he needed help again.
His parents loaded Sam and me into the car and took us to the place that smelled like death.
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Flapjack
ActionFlapjack wakes up his boy, Sam, and saves his life. This story was written for a competition on Writingbattle.com. The company gave the prompt with a 500 word count. This is what I came up with.
