Camp Creepy (2)

Chapter 2: Camp Creepy
Victor held Sparky's leash in one hand and a suitcase handle in the other. Sparky looked over his shoulder. Persephone was prancing behind him, her sparkly purple jeweled collar twinkled in the sunlight. Sparky held his head up and continued onward. Suddenly, Sparky looked over at a squirrel nibbling on a acorn. Sparky barked at it and jerked the leash out of Victor's hand. Persephone jerked her leash out of Elsa's hand and the two dogs raced toward the squirrel. It looked at the dogs. White foam covered its mouth. Persephone turned around and raced back towards Elsa. Sparky kept barking at it and the squirrel hissed at him and reached up and took a bite out of Sparky's bolt. It didn't hurt Sparky, but it did hurt the squirrel. It let go of Sparky's bolt and fell to the ground, dead. Sparky sniffed at it a little, then returned to Victor. "Good boy, Sparky!" Victor said. "It would've been bad if one of the campers got bitten by that squirrel." "No kidding," Bob, one of Victor's classmates, came up from behind them. Bob looked down at the squirrel. Cynthia appeared next. Sparky saw Mr. Whiskers ll and barked at him. Victor picked Sparky up. Elsa bent down and looked at the dead animal. "Victor," Elsa began. "That animal's rabid! Sparky was lucky he didn't get bitten!" "Yeah," Bob piped up. "She's right!" Victor looked at Sparky. He was lucky.