The rain that once shot down like bullets let up slowly. People meandered out of their houses and down to check on everyone else. Some walked with dogs and others with cats in their hands. Others still groaned at each other as horses walked from the stalls and rolled all over in the mud to be scrubbed in time for the next show.

One little girl walked out all alone without family and stared up at the adult in front of her. The man ignored her and stepped around, intent on getting the huge horse in his front yard to leave the mud alone and get back into the barn. She frowned and looked down, deciding to ask someone else.

"Help," she mumbled, used to not receiving an answer. "I cant find my doggy. Help." No one walked by until one little boy, a few good years older and just as mature as she was saw her muddy dress sitting down in the mud. He held out a hand.

"What do you need?" he asked. She smiled and zoomed to her feet, intent on showing what was wrong.

"My doggy is gone."

"When did you last see her?" She shrugged.

"Before the rain came and she ran away."