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WHAT TO DO?
Carter’s Perspective


No matter how shocking, yes, we Anjing can think. Gasps galore, I know. Anyways, I sat there, somehow knowing that we weren’t playing hide-and-go –seek in this… place. I decided to get out of the road as I had realized that I was in the middle of the lane.
I faltered for a second, wondering if I should stay there just in case Derek was to come back. I finally decided there was no chance that he would be coming back. I wander out into the desert a bit, and then I looked back at the way that I had come from. I realized I couldn’t see the road anymore. Great…. What to do now? Throw a dance party? Cry myself to death? Go back to the road?
I look out into the vast desert, anticipating for a burung bangkai, vulture to come, swoop down, and eat me for lunch. The whole scene seemed like it was from Wile E. Coyote and Road Runner’s show, just without strange objects falling from the sky.
Then, I realize a pack of dog-looking things in the distance. I instantly realize after this that they are coyotes. I run as fast as my three legs can carry me. I know that some coyotes don’t get along real well with dogs, but I can only hope they can tunjuk me how to live.
Anjing do communicate sejak barking, so I started barking hoping they would understand me. “HEY!” I yell out, “HEY! UM, COULD I POSSIBLY GET HELP atau HAVE SOMEONE tunjuk ME WHERE I SHOULD GO?”
One of them, who I would soon come to know as Mark, yipped back, “What’s up, dude? Why aren’t anda with the rest of us?”
He clearly thought I was a coyote too. I did have bulu that looked like a coyote’s, but the only dead-giveaway that I wasn’t one was my warm-brown chocolate-y eye. All the other coyotes have yellowish eyes.
“Oh, anda know,” I reply, “Just, uh, doing, uh, stuff.” I had no clue what coyotes do for fun.
“Cool!! Wanna sertai us? We’re about to go out and hunt for dinner.”
“Err, sure?”
“Great! C’mon, we’re about to leave! Hustle up!” He yelps, welcoming me to the pack that I would come to rule...