If this competes with any other authors I apologize. Anyone who reads this may share their comments on it. (I think I might need some pointers anyways)
This story has no ties to anyone therefore it is fiction.


Chapter I

It was a day just like any other day for the young boy. Just another day on the farm. He was supposed to be doing his chores, but instead, lying under the oak tree. It had been there for fifty years. He wondered who planted the great tree. Most of all, he wondered why. Why would someone plant a tree in the middle of a field. Maybe they knew that a farm would be built around it. Who knows. While he was pondering his trusty companion Buck, his beagal jumped onto him and started licking his face. The boy wrestled his dog to the ground in a playful manner. Buck took this oppertunity to run around his owner and, when there was an opening, bit the back of the boy's jeans and started to playfully tug. The boy turned around and around but the dog was clever and copied him. They played until that dreadful event. Until; they came...