Looka finished that part of the story, which seemed to be her past... Now, we were setting paw into her present. This part of the story couldn't of happened too long ago.

"...I examined my claws, and they were perfect. Since we didn't have any farm animals in the barn, they couldn't see me escape, and that also meant we didn't have a lot of hay on the ground. Just dusty 'ol dirt. I looked at where the wooden doors were, and I found a crack on the bottom of the door.

That would be my starting point. I would escape. I knew it was a while since I first dug, but I had to be fast... I had to be out before sunrise, before they woke up... I dug and dug, faster and faster, my claws sharpened each time.

After a while, I stood off, and shook my paws off. Dirt and dust shot out of the pads of my paws. I looked down at the hole that I had dug. It was big enough.

I would escape.

Before I knew it, instincts took over and I was in the hole. I pushed myself out with my back legs, and crawled through with my hind legs. I was careful to be extra quiet, in case any of the other dogs awoke.

I began trotting at a steady pace until I reached the gate of the exit of the barn. Did I mention that currently I was in Alaska? Yep.

I looked back at the kennels and barns that surrounded the area, and I looked at the house made by the ponies who abused me. I sighed, and looked at Scoff's kennel. I would miss him. Tears began to form, but I shook them away. I was moving on. I was turning the page in my story.

I was creating a new chapter."