HENRY

Somewhere in the woods, someone reached a freckled arm through a wrought-iron fence.

The dog backed away, his heart racing.

Then that same someone whispered to him.

Soothing words that made his racing heart settle down.

The whisper was calling him Henry, a name the dog had never heard before.

Trying to coax him out of the bushes.

Telling him everything would be okay.

But when that whispering someone reached toward the bushes and tried to touch him, he turned and ran deeper into the woods.