Roku

The mangy wolfdog headed around the back of the B&B, hoping to find some tasty breakfast scraps. He crouched around behind a dumpster, as he did everyday, and waited for the cook to come out with guests left overs. Suddenly, he heard the door swing open, and cheerful whistling as the cook came around with trash bag of scraps.

The cook's shoes crunched on the snow and he flung the bag over onto a small pile of other bags, mostly of recycables, that were to be taken to the dump on Saturday.

As soon as the door shut again, Roku slunk around to the pile. He found the freshest one and tore it open and shook out its contents. Once he ate his fill, he went around to his favorite napping spot, in the wood shed. After he curled up behind some logs, he began to snooze, his nose buried in his tail.

The cook had come back out that night to throw out the dinner scraps, to find a huge mess. He flew into a rage, as the was the upteenth time that a dog or wolf or both had dug into the pile. This time cook had plan.

The next morning, he brought out the trash as usual. Then, after he went back in, he stationed himself at a window that he could watch from. He had the phone beside him, and the phonebook open to animal control.

When Roku heard the man go back in, he slunk over to the trash, and ripped it open and began feasting. Roku had just discovered a nice peice of sausage when he turned and saw a man coming at him with a long pole with a wire loop at the end. Suddenly the man lunged at him and cuaght the loop around his neck, while a women with a thunder stick came near. At the sight of it, Roku panicked. She shot it at him, but it only made a 'whoosh' sound. A fuzzy needle shot him with a sharp sting, then everything went all fuzzy, and Roku fell into darkness...