The Dog Ran away from Emily

Emily sat on the rug, playing with her dolls.
She had three dolls.
The first doll she named Anne, with ragged hair and tearing clothes.
The second doll she named Leah, who was always fancied up.
The third doll she named Bella, who was supposedly younger than the others.
(Although one would not be able to tell that fact).

Emily sat sadly on the rug, playing with her dolls.
She tried to fix the looks of Anne, trying to make her look better.
(Anne never did).
Emily tossed her aside.
Emily made Leah into a snob, who was mean to Bella.
She set Leah into time-out for being a "bad girl."
She picked up Bella, her favorite doll.
Emily threw her into the air and caught her as she fell back down.
Emily liked this game...for a little while.
Once when Emily tossed her into the air, she didn't catch Bella when she came back down.
Bella was injured, so Emily put her aside, pretending that she was in the hospital.

Emily sat boredly on the rug.
She twisted her thin blonde hair and eventually made two braids.
She took the hair ties from Anne and used them to keep her braids in.
She looked around the room with wide blue eyes, but she soon became bored with her surroundings.
She looked at her outfit. She wore a brown and pink paisley jumper, with green striped knee socks, and a simple white long sleeved shirt: it was becoming chilly outside. It was Fall.
She stood to her feet and peered out the front window.
No sign of Dog.

Dog was Emily's absolute favorite.
She bonded with Dog so well.
Dog was docile by nature, in part due to his breed.
He reminded Emily of a cookies and cream milkshake(because of his coloring).
Emily did name him Cookie, but thought that it was quite a feminine name.
She couldn't think of a masculine name, so she just called him Dog.
When Emily came home from school, Dog was there, patiently waiting for her arrival.

She played with Dog.
They played catch.
They played outside.
They went to the park together.
They were playmates.
They ate together.
They slept together.
They even read together.
Dog was Emily's only companion.

Emily's other toys were very soon jealous, once they realized that Emily only played with Dog.
She had not been in her toy room since her family bought the Dog.
They were a good match for each other.
And then one day Emily's world crashed.

She skipped up the stony sidewalk to her house with a grin on her face.
She was determined to have fun with Dog today.
She was going to take him to the park today, as a surprise.
She walked into the front door and there was no sign of Dog anywhere.
She ran throughout the house yelling "DOG!! DOG?!?!? Where are you, DOG??!?!?!?!"
He never came to her.

She wept and wept and wept. Her mom arrived home and Emily told her the news.
They both went around the neighborhood asking if anyone had seen the Dog.
No one had.
They called the police.
They posted signs.
Three months passed:
Nothing.

Emily's parents suggested getting another pet, but Emily wouldn't hear it.
In fact, she became quite angry if anyone suggested it.
The the first two months, she didn't go to the park, she didn't even play with any of her other toys.
She just sat on the rug in the front room, waiting for Dog to come back to her.
He never did.

Emily eventually did start playing with her other toys, but became bored with them quite quickly.
She never got bored of Dog.
None of her other toys seemed to quite fill the space that Dog had left.

Emily often sat on the rug, wondering exactly why Dog had run away.
She fantasized about his becoming another little girl's best friend, or of starting a dog family somewhere.
She thought he had become the superhero of dogs, saving stray dogs and whatnot.
But she didn't even think of the possibility that he would just ran away to get away from her.

Not a day went by that Emily didn't think of Dog.
Not a day went by when she didn't sit on the front rug and hope for him to return.
Not a day went by that Emily didn't miss Dog.

The Dog ran away from Emily.