fell down onto him.

'Hey, pup!' said Boris, 'What are you doing?'

'I haven't eaten since yesterday!' replied Conan, pulling the sauasages along the ground, 'Can you carry these for me?'

He was about to give Boris the sausages to hold when the man came back and picked Conan up. But a little girl saw them and ran over.

'Please don't hurt him!' she begged, 'I know that pup!'

She grabbed Conan from the man and hugged him.

'Oh, really?' said the man, 'And what's his name?'

'Uh, he's called... Bal... Balto!' replied the girl.

'Are you sure, Rosie?' the man asked, suspiciously.

'Yeah!' Rosie replied. The man seemed to buy it and left them, seeming to forget the sausages.

'There you go, Balto!' said Rosie, putting the pup down.

Conan, or Balto and he was now called, looked up at Rosie before running through a gap under the fence. Boris jumped up and over, with the sausages. He ran back to the boat and into the captain's room. He sniffed the floor. The scent of his mum was still there. It comforted Balto as he lied down.

The next day there was a blizzard. Balto stepped out into the cold to find food but was thrown back in. It died down a little after that so Balto tried again. He stepped out then ran along as fast as he could to go forward. He was doing pretty good as well, until a huge gust of winf sent him flying off his feet. He slammed into the side of the ship and fell unconscious.

'Pup!' Boris cried, hoping to be able to get him. But the wind was too strong so he had to wait.

Balto woke soon after, when the winds were still strong. But he couldn't remember much. All that was left in his memory was Scout the husky, Boris the snow goose, the little girl and a beautiful white wolf.

He noticed the pipe that led to the boat and clambered in. He climbed up it, slipping every so often until he reached the top. He ran back to the captain's room where an old blanket he'd recently found was on the floor. He wrapped it around himself and let the warm tears pour out of his eyes.

Im alone! he thought to himself. That night he cried himself to sleep, and his dreams were full of a snow white wolf.