Two Dogs

[Deadclever23]

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Two Dogs

There were once two dogs. One was a big, strong dog, but a bit dopy and lazy, he relied on his size to get him by. The other dog was small but scheming and crafty, a devious witted dog that was constantly watching and waiting. The much larger dog was always picking on the smaller dog, pushing him around. He would make him do all the hard work and would always steal the smaller dog's food. One day the larger of the two dogs was struck by his master for no particular reason. The larger dog was distressed, but angry. He started becoming more vigilant around the master, wary. The smaller dog in all this was tempted to take advantage, get the larger dog in trouble, but he didn't, he concealed his hatred towards the larger dog and kept his head down. One day the larger dog bit the master, there was no reason to do so, he was paranoid. The master, in a burning rage, then savagely beat the dog and through him out into the sun to die slowly. The large dog was too weak to pick himself up and slowly felt his strength leaving him. Through all this the smaller dog just watched. When the larger dog realised the smaller dog was there he tried to get his help. He first started by barking orders at the smaller dog, but to no avail. The smaller dog ignored him as if he did not exist, the larger dog persisted though until eventually he was too weak to the bark. He then tried to deceive the smaller dog by scaring him with stories of the master's vengeance, trying to convince the smaller dog that without him he'd perish. The smaller dog carried on ignoring him. The larger dog then tried to convince the smaller dog that they were friends and that the smaller dog should help his friends. This too failed. The larger dog in a final plea of desperation begged the smaller dog for mercy. The smaller dog looked at him and said;
"Why should I help you? I could have taken advantage of all that has happened but I have not, my help to you was to leave you alone, it was your choice of attitude, it's your fault you're here. You could've just accepted the first time he hit you that bad things happen and that, if anything, you deserved it. I wash my hands of your blood and I am sorry it had to end like this."
The larger dog fell quiet and waited to die. He no longer said anything and died with a look of hopeless abandonment on his face. A single tear rolled down his cheek as looked at the smaller dog and took his last breath. The smaller dog said nothing and walked away, feeling sorry for the larger dog and how he died.

[Sharu]

Aside from the fact that that was kinda depressing, I liked it. I would suggest not starting the majority of your sentences with the letter "T", especially with the word "the." It gave the piece a choppy and rough feel to it.

[Food123]

I really like the Pug Breed