I catch his words with my speckled silver ears. On how I am mean, just as my sister said. They really don't understand, do they? The truth is harsh. He is an ugly boy that is naturally dirty. He touched me with his dirty. I only said the truth. Apparently, everyone here are sensitive little flowers who can't handle any scrutiny. My nose wrinkles at his comment, my face still beautiful as always for I made it that way. Yes, I had worked on making my face to be the most stunning even when I show my displeasure. I am that talented with my looks. I don't look...rediculous like he does with his little frown. What is he frowning about? Being dirty? I guess I would frown about that too.

"I. Es. Not. Being. Mean. Es truth. Truth es mean, not me!" I exclaim, a smug look flowing onto my silver face of beauty and perfection. Ha! How could that be argued? Truth is mean, not me. I mean, the sky is blue and the grass is green, that is truth, and no one would call that mean.

The dirty boy still speaks though, imitating my words and I can only look at him with disgust when he says Latin terribly. Like, very badly. Like, he is god awful at it. I can feel my tongue lick my nose, wanting to wash off the disgusting taste in my mouth from his terrible accent. I did have to get out of here, these things were terrible things. There other puppies were not nearly as concerned with their looks and general health. I had watched them carefully with my prussian blue eyes, before I had decided to turn and run from them. I had to wash myself in the water, of course. It is very important to keep the dirt out of my fur, as Father told me. Father was always right, at least, most of the time. Mother was right too sometimes. Brothers were occasionally right. My observations about the world, since they are mine, must always be right, yes? Yes, of course.

I had turned and my delicate puppy paws ran forward. I ran across the land towards where I knew the water was, away from them. Away from the dirties. I had to get a little more dirty to get there, though I did avoid the dirt as well as I could. I aimed for any blankets of green grass. Green grass is the best for avoiding dirt. It grows rather clean, and I can step on them and not get dirt on my paws. I dash towards the grass, but I sense something is wrong. Yes, something is very wrong and I do not like it. I think the dirty boy is coming after me. I am ahead of him, yes, but I hear the words stop ring in the air. Stop? I don't stop for anyone! Ever! Well, maybe Father, but that is because I love Father. Not this icky boy. He probably has fleas.

I try to run faster. I don't really like running though, especially in the sun. It is like...getting warm outside. I don't want to have to stick my tongue out like an idiot to cool down. I also don't run very often, as I am often content to lay around in the sun, bathing myself and shining in all of my glory. But no, no. This boy was...disobedient.

"Stop following me, dirty bo-" I scream out, but am abruptly interrupted as I turn my stunning dark blue eyes around, to see him jumping at me. He was faster than me. This damn boy is fast than me and he caught up to me. He trips my back paws, and my face gasps with shock. I tumble to the ground, upon the lush green grasses. My lovely white fur is now tangled among the blades of grasses, and I must say, if I saw myself, laying on the ground as such, I would say that I am the most beautiful of wolves to have ever laid among the emerald sea.

I am, however, very upset that he would do this to me. He is dirty, he is mean, he is vicious with his actions. Words have truth, but actions show more truth. I find myself on my back, my white belly up in the air and my silver paws flailing. I close my dark sapphire eyes, a whine lingering in my throat. I...I...I have been violated. Violated by this boy and I cannot help but...but, but feel tears fill up in my eyes. I can feel my chest filling with the feeling of needing to cry. I cannot stop it. I gasp for air, my puppy form crying out unhappily. Mean dirty puppy...I hate him!

"Wh...wh...wh...why do yo..yo...you hurt me?" I say between tears. Okay, I may be overly dramatic, but I truly feel violated by this...tackling. How he made he fall onto the ground and get my fur more dirty. I am so upset, and it shows with my wrinkled up face. Still beautiful though, might I add. Always.