Hammer was as stubborn as his name. But everyone in Mirkvale knew: Hammer was the most responsible dog of all.…
Hammer was as stubborn as his name. But everyone in Mirkvale knew: Hammer was the most responsible dog of all.
In Hammer's world, the wind was Enemy Number One. Falling leaves were Enemy Number Two. At night, anything that moved got a loud bark.
Until he met his true nemesis, the little thief who stole rice. He mustered all his strength, trying to scare it off with his mightiest bark. But instead of praise, he got scolded.
Hammer was heartbroken. He didn't understand. But he learned a new rule: catching mice was not his job.
Squeak squeak squeak. The annoying mouse again.
Hammer twitched his ears. Buried his head deeper.
Squeak squeak squeak. WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!
Hammer stood up. He barked at the rice jar with all his might.
Master said dogs chasing mice was meddling. But he didn't care. He would meddle.