She stopped running when her legs gave out. She crashed to the ground in a small đám mây of dust and cỏ and simply laid there, sobbing. She stayed there for well over half an hour, and when she had finished, she didn't feel any better.
Filled with a sudden rage that she couldn't control, Mittens turned to find out where she was, and to see if there was possibly anything she could destroy. She was in an alley, surrounded bởi cardboard boxes, rusted oil drums, and a junked car. Her eyes lit upon the boxes and she pounced on them, biting and tearing them to shreds. Having been declawed, her paws weren't much use other than holding down the corrugated cardboard to sink her teeth into.
After destroying quite a few boxes, and surrounding herself with mounds of the shredded material, Mittens finally stopped. The rampage of destruction had left her feeling at least a little better, but still angry. She turned to head home, but stopped when a voice behind her called her name.
Surprised, but determined to hide it, the feline turned to face the newcomer. It was a wolf, a light furred, blue-eyed chó sói, sói with a pleasant expression on her face.
"Who the hell are you?" Mittens demanded.
The she-wolf shrugged off the insolence without pausing.
"It is not I who matters, but you," she đã đưa ý kiến cryptically.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mittens growled.
The chó sói, sói paused, as if to consider the question.
After a moment, she went on.
"Shouldn't bạn be at home, Mittens?" she asked kindly.
"Don't talk to me like bạn know me!" Mittens yelled. "Don't bạn dare!"
"What is troubling you?"
"None of your business."
"Keeping it bottled inside does nothing but harm."
"What do bạn want?" she spat.
"The câu hỏi is not what I want, it is what bạn want."
For the first time, Mittens took the time to really look at whom she was talking to. The chó sói, sói was small for a wolf, but still larger than she was. Her ears were erect, displaying confidence. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue, and in them Mittens could see someone who was comfortable in their own skin.
She relented, deciding to talk to this strange wolf.
"Well, bạn see, at my home, there's this dog... His name is Bolt, and I'm in tình yêu with him."
The she-wolf looked interested.
"What caused this?" she asked.
"It's a long story..." Mittens đã đưa ý kiến vaguely.
Another look into the wolf's eyes was enough to have her spilling the entire story.
"-so, bạn see, he doesn't want me. I mean, he's got no one else... What harm could at least trying do?"
"You đã đưa ý kiến bạn wanted to be a dog?" the chó sói, sói inquired.
"Does having him really mean that much to you?"
"What would bạn be willing to do for it?"
She looked up. "Anything," she whispered hoarsely.
The she-wolf considered this.
"I shall make bạn a deal."
The cat's gaze locked onto the chó sói, sói with a determination that could not be broken.
"I will turn bạn into a dog on three conditions. First, I shall take your voice. Second, bạn may not tell him who bạn are, though he is allowed to figure it out. Third, if bạn want your voice back, he must fall in tình yêu with bạn within three days, starting from the time bạn wake up tomorrow morning."
"Deal." Mittens uttered that word with a sense of finality and resolve.
"Then it is done."
The female chó sói, sói stretched out her paw and touched Mittens on the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the head. The instant contact was made, Mittens' eyes rolled backwards into her head and she dropped where she stood, unconscious before she hit the ground.