A lonely, young wild dog wandered aimlessly. Nowhere to go, nowhere to live. A quite depressing lifestyle actually. And Chache knew it. She knew very little about herself or others, so there was very little this life had to offer. What was she thinking? She had been on this earth for about a year now and was peaking at her adolescence yet hadn't really met or talked to any of the other wildlife. It's not that she was antisocial or anything, it just seemed like the rest of the world just couldn't have cared less about this purple dog.
With a sigh, Chache plopped down on her butt and began to ponder her life, whimpering. Didn't... Didn't anyone care about her? Was there something about her that made her... unlovable? This horrible thought made her spontaneously burst into tears. Powerful,noisy sobs burst forth, disturbing the quiet savanna. Oh, why was the world so cruel? To put someone on this earth and make them completely uncared for seemed so inhumane. The world was filled with life and care. Just not for her. It seemed as if she were in a sphere of one-way glass, so that she could see the world but they could not see her. How could she have possibly done something so utterly terrible that would earn her this fate?
