Tibby's Howl of Freedom
“I can’t find Tibby?” a rattled 10 years old girl named Rica said to her mother Britely who was cooking in the kitchen.
Together they frantically ran out of the apartment, down a flight of wet stairs and outside where Rica last saw her dog.
“Which way did she run?” Britely said.
“She saw a black cat, started to bark, and then,” Rica paused to catch her breath, “Tibby jerked and the leash slipped from my hand. I’m sorry momma—I’m sorry!” Rica began Read more [...]