Angel found a park bustling with activity. Many other pets were there with their parents. Angel found a nice shady spot with a bench under a large maple tree. She sat down, listened to her music, and took it all in. after a few minutes, a dog approached her.
"Hi, is this seat taken?" He asked. She looked up at him and replied,
"No, it's not." she then removed her legs from the other spot. The dog sat down and opened up a book he had brought with him. He looked at her again and said "I don't think i've seen you around before, you new?" she paused the music.
"Yes, i'm new. Actually we are still moving in, but my Dad let me go out and see the city." The dog put the book down and held out his paw.
"My name is Peanut."
She shook his paw and announced her name,
"Mine is Angelica, but my nickname is Angel."
Peanut seemed interested in knowing the story behind the nickname "Angel". Angel explained the story of her mother seeing her shadow, combined with a hawk's.
"What is your mom's name?" Peanut asked.
"Cindy. My dad's name is George, our last name is Raymond." She knew the questions of her father's name and their last names would come up eveantually. The two talked together for a while, sharing their hobbies and interests. Peanut and Angel both enjoyed reading, although Angel liked to take her time reading it, claiming it could make the story richer. Then, the topic moved to the things they didn't like so much, and this was when Peanut told her about Bino and his group.
"They bully other pets, normally dogs who, they think, are cat-lovers
, but sometimes they do it to pets because of their names!" Angel grew angry at this, as it was the one thing she truly dispised
...bullies, and a group of them! When Angel was mad, she wasn't
much of an angel
It was very clear to Peanut that Angel got angry, she did a terrible job at hiding it. He wondered if she had an experience with bullies before. Angel began to calm down a bit.
"I'm sorry if I got you mad... are you mad at me?" Angel immediately took it back.
"NO! No, i'm not mad at you... I just hate
it when someone is picked on... That can change a dog's life, being picked on." Peanut was afraid to ask, but he did anyway,
"Have you been bullied before?" She looked at him and replied "No, but I know what can happen to someone w...when they couldn't take it anymore..." Angel's voice cracked. It was like an old metal door on squeaky hinges, and those hinges just broke. He tried to comfort her, but she shook him off. Angel spoke up again, calm and determined.
"Who is his closest friend in that group? If i can convince that dog that they are doing wrong, then mabye, he or she can try to stop Bino..." Peanut began to see her plan, and he knew that Bino's closest friend was already hesitant in picking on others.
"Well," he started "his closest friend is Fox, if you see their group, he is the gray husky with dog tags...But he is already somewhat against what Bino does, but has some issues with cat-lovers." Angel knew that he would be the perfect type to work on.
"Good, i'll see what i can do... I will make sure that they won't pick on you, or anyone else!" She began to walk away. Peanut caught the you
"WAIT!...I never said that they picked on me
." Angel looked back and responded.
"I know, you didn't have to."
Angel walked down the streets. She had discriptions of group members, and who they usually target. The iPod she had with her was playing an album by Sick Puppies
, and the songs weren't too cheerful. She had the volume almost to max, but she heard a shout. Angel decided to investigate, if it was not because of Bino and his group, then someone could be in trouble.
Angel soon got close enough to hear what they were saying.
"Hey, CAT! Wanna play with some yarn!? I have some right here!" Angel turned to see Bino's group picking on a dog
, not a cat. She walked further, pretending not to notice, then ran over to them.
"HEY, What are you doing to him!?" Bino looked at her and sneered, "Who are you to ask such questions litttle lady?" This was ironic, considering the fact that Angel had at least three inched on him.
"Well, who are you to pick on people like that?" Angel and Bino both doged eath other's questions. Bino studied her. "I haven't seen you before, you are not part of the Good Ol' Dogs
Club, I never teased you yet, and you are not one of those dogs that hangs in the background...so you're the dog with that new family. "That's right, Bino, I am." Bino's friends and the dog they bullied were both shocked!
Bino seemed a bit suprised, but also shown a hint of challenge. "Well, you know that much, but don't seem to grasp the full picture...Why don't you come to the Good Ol' Dogs
meeting tomorrow night? All will be explained there."
Angel thought it over for a minute,
"Good, i'll see if your excuses
for your immature and life-threatening behaviors are valid." Bino simply smiled and nodded his agreement.
"Fine, I do hope
to see you there. The meeting is at 7:00." Bino and his group left. Angel turned to see the dog looking at her. She spoke in a gentle voice.
"It's all right, I was known for my acting back in my old neighborhood. I kew much more than what I let off." She took out a paw, "I'm called Angel." The dog shook paws with her.
..." Angel immediately scolded him.
"NEVER do that to yourself! Don't feel bad about yourself because of what they
say!" Angel told Tiger that he, and others should defend themselves, and he told her that they had, but Bino persisted. Angel told him about her plan, and Tiger uderstood.
"So you need to get Fox to stand up against Bino and get him to stop teasing other pets?" Anger suddenly felt uncertain and said "Yes, but I cannot garuntee anyone anything
!" Tiger asked Angel one of the most important questions she had heard all day.
"So, what if Fox says no?"
Angel came home at around 8:00, this was her normal routine, nobody was really worried. George was already in bed, he needed to be up and ready for work at 4:00 am. As Angel was going up the stairs, Cindy inquired,
"How was your day? Meet anyone?"
"Yeah." Angel replied, she was unusually tired, and wanted to avoid such questions.