“There’s always somebody where they don’t belong. Sometimes they pay for it too!”
It all started with a creak of floorboards. Somebody was creeping upstairs where nobody should have been. Lucky was on alert, he slunk from his bed. To his family he was dedicated and caring, he’d fight tooth and thread. Nobody was going to hurt them while he still breathed. This burglar left him mighty peeved.
Putting his nose out of the bedroom door, he saw the creep across the floor.
A shadow crossed the hall almost falling over a red bell. The trespasser was going into six-year-old Sara’s room. For him that meant doom and gloom.
Lucky leapt along the hall and threw himself on the man. The two crashed into the doorway and fell back at the stairs with a bang.
Lucky let out a furious growl and lunged. Down the stairs with a cry, the man plunged. He hit the side table on the bend. The lamp was ripped from the socket. A tissue box leapt into the air as the table crashed down on end.
The man tumbled three more stairs before stopping with a groan.
Lucky followed; his amber eyes full of desire to make him moan. He descended through billowing tissues, seething through his nose, and ready to take care of his issues.
As the bedrooms were bathed in light. The man rose like a boxer, groggy from a fight.
Lucky wasn’t done.
The intruder pulled out a gun.
Going for a leg, lucky tripped him flat.
The felon hit the floor with a splat
Sara and her parents found the intruder on the deck. Lucky the Labrador’s teeth were about his neck.
When the police came to make the arrest. Lucky relented, he’d let them do the rest. Lucky was the hero alright, having caught a thief in the night.
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