FAST!!!

 

       She sprinted to the den.  Surely, there was a little pup sitting wide-eyed in a corner of the den.  She couldn't blame him for being so frightened, with his mother gone, and an orange monster devouring his home ravenously, as if it hadn't been eating for a whole month.

 

      Molly grabbed him by his scruff and ran faster then a flash of golden lightning.  Now, she knew how defencive a mother must be to protect her child.

 

      The thought lingered through her mind.   Could this possibly be.... Balto?  Molly's pace slowed down, but then she sped back up.  He SHOULD be Balto.  He was the one who who got separated from his mother first.  He absolutely HAD to be Balto!  Molly's jaw grip tightened aroung the young Balto, respect taking all the control.  She didn't notice Balto flinch slightly.  ...And if he's gone... I'm gone!

 

 

      Molly skidded to a stop.  The bright orange blinded her.

 

      "Dead end!"  A wall of fire blocked her and Balto from escape.

 

      Suddenly, a huge, burning tree crashed onto the path.  Its immence heat and embers engulfed the two of them.  They were trapped.

 

     "Oh no!  -cough-  What are we going to do  -cough, cough-  now?!"

 

     The scruffy puppy whimpered.  Now, I have to think like a TRUE mother.  What would I do?  Molly thought for a few moments.  Well, there's nothing else I can do, so I have to take the chance.  Nome will never be saved if I don't do it!

 

      Molly positioned herself in front of the closest place to escape, and waggled her behind.  I can do this, she thought.  She ran toward the fire, gathering momentum and speed for the live-saving action.  She leaped off of the scorched ground with all of her strength.  All four of Molly's paws sailed high and far into the air.

 

     Molly landed with a thud on the snow-packed ground, then sped away from the fire.  She rolled all over the snow to get rid of that horrible smoky stench.  Even though the scent was gone, that memory would stick to her forever like the the fur on her body.  She did the same thing to the puppy to rid that horrifying smell.

 

      After the round of cleaning was done, she stood up, and let the memories of storytelling linger through her mind.

 

      Now, who raised Balto?  Molly turned her gaze to a rotten boat, that triggered her memory instantly.  It was the same one that John had leaned on before Molly was transported to this mess of a time period.  This is where Balto lived!  Boris must be living there!

 

      "Hey Boris!" Molly hopped into the boat and startled the poor goose.

 

      "Ahhhh!!!  How do you know my name?  Are you going to eat me?  What's that you're-"

 

     "Be quiet, and listen to what I say," Molly cut in.  She put Balto down.  "You have to take in this lil' guy and raise him.  Don't give him to someone else, that town will need him." She whisked her tail to the small town, Nome.

 

     "I'm supposed to raise him?  Why not a dog?  Or a wolf?"

 

     "Just do it.  Oh, and also, he's a wolfdog."

 

     "Oh great.  He's a wolf too?  I thought I was joking about a wolf!  What am I going to raise next, polar bear cubs?!"

 

     "Oh, he suuuure got the prediction right about the bears,  Molly muttered to herself.  She began to walk off of the boat.

 

     "Hmmmm... what am I supposed to call you little pup?  Buster?  Bandit?  Oh, how about Bently?"

 

     "Call him Balto," Molly said as she walked away.

 

     "Balto?  Ok, so Balto, y'little boychick."  Boris held him up and looked at him eye-to-eye.  "Looks like I'm stuck with you.  Don't worry, I'll show you a Russian dance or two."  He flashed a big, goosey grin.

 

 

 

 

      Molly hopped off of the boat.  I can't believe it!  I saved Nome!  Well... kinda.  THAT'S Balto's job.

 

     The fire scared the rest of her worries at the time, and now they were coming back.  Molly lied down in the snow.  Ok, maybe I wanted to be away from John for a while.  Maybe I DID want to run off as a wolf and join a pack.  And all that has come true.  She felt a few tears trickle down her muzzle and fall on the snow.  ...Maybe I wanted it at the time, when I thought that was bad, but this is even worse.  I don't want to lose every triumph that I made back then, every friend I had.  Maybe even my enemies have taught me a lesson or two.  I can't start over fresh and clean.  I can't bear it.  Now I possibly won't find a home, because poeple usually adopt those little... cute... puppies.....  She sniffled.  I want to go home!

 

     Molly was just about to stand up, when the cold, metallic necklace around her neck started to get unusually warm.  She looked down at it in surprise.  

 

     A golden light was flooding from it, and was growing.  Growing, growing growing...  until it blocked her vision.  The golden light encircled her like an eggshell, and before she knew it, she felt a blast of cold air rip at her fur.  

 

     After a while, the wind died down.  The golden color seemed to melt around her from the heat of the cold sun.

     "Woah- what was that?" Molly asked herself.  She gazed around.  She was in the same place, but the air smelled different.  There wasn't even a whiff of ash from the fire.  The birds were singing their hearts out.  When she turned her head to the forest, it was much further away.  And there weren't any ashy remains of the partially burnt forest.  That's strange, she thought.  Her cloudy confusion cleared up when she saw the boat.  Well, it didn't look like a boat; it was just a pile of old, rotten wood planks.

 

     "I'm home!" Molly cried.  She immediately took off for John's home.  She was about to embrace everything in the house.  You might think that she's crazy, but I guess that's what happens when you once thought that you were never going to get back to your home.

 

     ... But first, Molly was going to embrace John.  She clambered up the stairs into his room.

     "Molly!" John shouted!  He ran to Molly, and hugged her.  "I thought you were lost in year 1923!"

     I WAS lost...

 

     ... But that didn't matter right now.  All that mattered to her was that she was home.  And that Molly could eat her missed breakfast.

 

 

The End

 

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Balto, Boris, and Aniu are copyrighted (c) to Universal Studios.

 

Molly and John are copyrighted (c) to huskey jena (me!).

 

 

 

  

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