A grubby dog, covered with dirt and mud, stood at the edge of the forest. His barks urged her to come, and anxiety overwhelmed her. Immediately, Hope got up and ran as fast as she could towards him."Maaaax!"
Despite all the happiness of reunion, the joy disappeared when she reached out and stroked his head. Sadness lingered in the dog's eyes, and its tail barely wagged. Hope hadn't seen Max in that shape since she discovered him barely walking and broken inside and out.
Something jumped out of the tree onto Hope's shoulder. Josephine, the squirrel, was very agitated and did not stand still at all. Max let out a loud bark and ran away, stopping in the distance and looking back as if he wanted her to follow him. Josephine jumped out of Hope's arms and ran through the trees.
It seemed as if something had gone horribly wrong, and Hope thought tragedy had struck. The bad feeling accentuated going up through her whole body and making her shiver in despair.
