Scared

Scared

His beady eyes stare deep into my soul. His sharp pointy teeth would lock into my skin; ripping it apart. I should just run far away, but his tiny muscular legs would bring him to me. He scurries past my ankles, I cringed. How much damage this little creature could do. I don’t know what to do. I need to find the highest place, where he cannot reach me. I climb onto the marble counter top. I begin to laugh at him trying to get to me. He jumps up and down failing to reach me. Then I snap back into reality when I hear a vile voice screaming at me. My mother looks at me with anger. “Have you lost your mind? You’re hiding from a Chihuahua!”