She sat in the exact same spot, staring at the last place she ever
saw her upright.
She could not forget the sound of the car that drove her away.
She had watched her upright leave a thousand times before, but Misty
always knew she'd be back. This time was different, but she couldn't
"If I don't eat or sleep, she'll know I need her and she'll come
back," thought Misty. "I will do whatever it takes."
Her plan did not work. No matter how many days she survived
without food or sleep, no upright came for her.
Well, actually, that's not all she could do.
When no one else was watching, Misty was hatching an escape plan.
"If my upright can't get to me," she thought, "I will get to my upright."
"It's only wood, how bad can it taste?"
Ignoring the splinters on her tongue, she took a giant bite of the
fence, and gnawed and gnawed when no one was looking.
"Nothing can stop true love," thought Misty.
"Misty, did you do this?" asked Henry.
"Do what?" said Misty, wiping the cedar wood off her snout.
Misty didn't know what to say.
"We would have given you REAL kibble if you would eat," said Patrick
"Misty didn't eat the fence because she was hungry," said Henry.
"Misty is trying to leave us."
"It's just that I'm certain something must really be wrong for my
upright to have left me here. I must get to her right away."
"You are not a prisoner here Misty," said Henry. "But when we leave
here, we use the doors. We'll show you where they are, but we hope
you will consider staying with us until you understand your situation better.
I think it might be a good time for you to talk with Wiggle."