does.” Balto had always wanted to see his dad. His mother always talked about him. “Aniu, they are beautiful.” said Marty. “I knew you would say something like that.” Aniu smiled at him. Marty gasped. “Children run,” said Marty staring of behind Aniu. “But dad, we just met.” said Luka. “I’m your dad know do as I say, run.” Something growled. “Run!” Marty screamed and leaped behind Aniu,

Balto-

            “Come on!” Balto yelled. He was running towards the boat. “I wanna fight!” said Nia and Luka. “But we can’t! We aren’t big enough yet!” said Balto. There was no reply. Balto didn’t bother looking back and kept running. H reached the boat and turned around. No one was there. Not mother, not father, no sisters, no one. He waited. No one came. Luka and Nia must have gone back and tried to fight, but his parents he wasn’t sure of. He fell asleep, hoping some one would return. Hoping, waiting.