A monster attacks Matt. I bark and whine and run in circles. I have to save him.
“What is this monster?” I bark.
Matt can’t hear me over the thunderous scraping and banging.
My sharp, strong teeth grab the edge of the monster and pull. Matt pulls back. I think he’s trying to save me. What a dummy. I’m trying to save him.
This goes on for an hour. I’m exhausted, but I’ve kept Matt alive.
We live another day to fight the snow monster.