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          “My name…” I stammer. “Is Jack.” I stare at my feet. How 

did I get myself stuck here!? 

        He roars, “TELL ME MORE!!” I look up at his red, fiery face.

 Then I look down at my dusty tennis shoes, “I live on 

Lime Street, London and I have a sister and parents.”, 

“Also, I have a dog, Max…, I miss him.” I think about 

how everyone that loves me must be missing me just as 

much as I miss them. I take a quick peek at him. He has 

a piece of paper in his hand. Then I fully raise my head. I 

see him cry. His tears sizzling as they run down his burning 

skin. I start to cry too. He sets his hand on the floor and 

motions for me to come. With my brain not knowing what to do I 

leave my feet to make the decision. My feet choose to run, run to his 

rough, scaly hands.

 As my feet kept the pace I shriek, “Stop right now you foolish feet! I 

let you pick but…” Screech! At last my feet listen to me. Oh, wait 

they didn’t listen to me! The only reason my feet decide to stop was 

because at this moment I was about one inch from the monstrous 

hand. I climb on and touch his scales with my bare hands. It feels 

soft and… COLD?! I slip my shoes off and throw them on the hard 

ground. They sizzle and the fume climbs up to the roof of the big 

cave.

ƒlashback…

         Lick, lick, lick I wake up. I look at my dog who totally has made 

my face drip with saliva. “Max!” He keeps licking me! Right when I 

shout at him he sits down and whines. “You’re hungry boy, aren’t you?” 

I pat him on his head. He runs downstairs and barks to me. “Comin’ 

boy!” I slide down the rail. When I get downstairs Max is sitting next to 

my plate on the table where his bowl sits. “Oh Max, you’re the best dog 

ever! I’ll never leave you!” He licks his bowl. “Ok, ok” I pick his bowl up 

and bring it to the cabinet. I pour his food in. Off the corner of my eye I 

see him lick his lips. “Here boy” I place his bowl on the table and he 

starts licking it.   Then I go back to the cabinet and grab my cereal. 

“You, know Max, I just love weekends! I’m so glad today is Saturday!” I 

thought I heard someone U-Huh me but no one except for Max and I 

were at the house. By the way, Max is a half Golden Retriever half 

Border Collie. I sat down next to Max and started chomping down. 

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. But wait, Mom is at work ‘till 

10:30pm and Dad is golfing with his friends in Hawaii and we live in 

London!

           I creeped my way to the door, cracked it open and saw nothing 

except for a cell-phone on the cement floor. It ringed like a coo-coo bird 

on a clock that was malfunctioning! I picked it up, opened it and, 

“Hello” I said. A strange familiar voice responded, “ Oh Ziggy! You 

haven’t called me in a while. Where have you been? Jack just left and…” 

I interrupt this ‘person’. I think I know who this is, but how? I cross my 

fingers hoping that I am wrong I say, “ Mmmmmax!? Is that you? Are 

you actually ttttalking?” I hear a big sigh on the other side, “ Of course 

you silly, billy! Why wouldn’t I be? I mean, ain't I the only one with a 

owner called Jack Allport? Of course I am! So when do you want to 

meet?” I slowly walk to the sofa where I last saw Max. I poke my head 

through the door and watch as my dog chats away through the phone. I 

look at him with my mouth wide open. He looks at me and whines like 

he always does. But this time it looks like he really meant it. “I...I I’m 

sorry Jack” 

          I was knocked out and woke up in a dark, damp cave. I saw a desk 

in front of me, but when I tried to stand up I couldn’t. I was chained up to 

the wall and my hand were bleeding and I was scared. For once I actually 

was scared. I couldn’t help it, so I cry. I look at the desk again and see a 

strange and odd creature. “Excuse me…” I whine with my cracky voice. “ 

Huh!? Oh hi you woke up. So I’ve heard that you…” He continues “ Oh I’m 

sorry we only lock up the naughty earthlings!” “What..what do you mean 

EARTHlings? Aren’t you from earth?” I say. “Oh no. That would be silly! Do 

I look like one?” he walks from behind his desk, a real alien comes out, he 

has green skin and a bald head. Just like every earthling has imagined a 

alien would look like. “ Yeah, uhuh! You sure don't like a earthling! Oh by 

the way the name is Jack Allport. Your name?” I think I’m starting to feel 

better. “Erger. Erger is my name. Can you tell me why you are here. 

Usually people are here because of their pets. A.k.a secret agents” He 

grins and makes a face like 'Your dog huh?' So I nod, "Yes, my dog. Max. I 

guess I'm here because I saw him talk, correct?" He nods. He looks sad 

but I don't know why. He snaps his fingers and poof! I'm gone just like 

that.

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