Demon's home of luxury...

Demon lay in his silk bed, a bacon flavoured bone on his mouth. It did taste good, but how he wished he could hunt out in the wild, Free from baths, gates and cages. His twoleg mother came downstairs and opened the back door, then they went to Demon and unlocked his cage. He was in a cage because he could open doors with his paws, not because he was dangerous. Demon sprang out the cage and flew out the door, landing straight on his face. The back gate was open... it was his path to freedom. Demon decided he would only go for a little bit, return for his tea, duck leg with plum sauce and cranberries. He licked his lips at the thought. Then he raced out the gate and into the wilderness.

Shep looked up from his tracking. he parted his jaws and drank in the scent of Demon. he could detect that he was definetly a pampered mutt. He followed the scent, eager for a killing. Then he saw him. He could tell he was a young dog, for he was small. Shep grinned. he didnt mind larger prey for a change.

Demon pads out of the wilderness and into his back garden. A strong wiff of duck came from his house, he ran wildly towards it.

Shep let him go. he didnt feel like going into a twoleg home, anyway. he turned back and tried to follow the scent of cats again.(continuin dis at Shep's home)

Demon eats his dinner, his belly full. He smells the scent of a hunting dog. He trots into the forest and near the shepard next doors home.