Once, there was a puppy named Fred. One day, he woke up to a loud noise in his home. He was just adopted recently, so he wasn’t used to loud city sounds! He was very startled and perplexed about what he was hearing. There were loud whooshing noises in the house. Could it be a giant vacuum cleaner? Or maybe just the wind. He tried to ignore his thoughts and fall back to sleep, but his curiosity began to overtake his mind. With this, he was up on his feet. As he looked around, his house looked like it had transformed into a circus tent. There were blue and yellow stripes across his whole house. The puppy imagined a creepy clown with a feather popping out from behind the door, and instantly regretted thinking of that! This must be a bad dream, thought the puppy. He closed his eyes and opened them again. It wasn’t! This could only mean one thing… The circus just came, (which didn’t seem right), or his house was being fumigated! The little puppy was up on his feet. He stumbled out of his house just as the toxic mist started to spray everywhere. He burst through the doorway, coughing and dizzy. He took a few more steps forward and fell into a hole! He was to tired to move, so he settled for this to be his subterranean resting place. Poor Fred was tired and lonely. He wondered if his owners ever remembered where they left him…