by Jennifer M Scott

Created on: October 21, 2007

THE QUEEN'S SOJOURN

They were in flight on their way to Alaska, after Luna completed a tour in Canada. Nuzzling up to her human companion, the elderly woman with the knobby fingers caressed Luna's soft fur. Luna heard something coming from the plane. She knew bad things were going to happen. She barked and howled. The plane rattled.
"Shh, it'd okay little one," her human reassured her and held her tight. The plane shook and then spiraled to Earth. Her human squeezed her tight.

The little Cessna lay crumpled. Luna, still in her owner's tight clasp, wiggled herself free. She sniffed the air, smoke, and smoke meant fire. Luna nosed the woman, nothing. Luna had to get out of the plane. She spotted an opening through the wreckage and scurried out leaving her favorite toy.
Alone and frightened in the Canadian wilderness, the Shetland Sheep dog had not a clue what to do. All around her were trees. She walked some, wincing from the pain in her paw. Luna started her journey in the thicket of trees.
Luna, the proclaimed Queen of the Shetland Sheep Dogs, a title she earned. Many years, judges awarded her the coveted "Best in Show" and "Best in Breed." Others in her breed adored and respected her. Where ever Luna went, her loyal subjects bowed their heads. Luna enjoyed the attention from humans and dogs alike. With her status, humans invited her to many different functions and even commercials. Life was great.
Luna continued on. She saw a shimmery creek. Lapping up the water, she revitalized herself. Water never tasted back home in New York. Yet, she hungered for food. What would she do with no human in sight. Of course, she seen wild dogs on the television hunt. Hunt? She never tried it but figured it couldn't be at all hard.
Another hour she walked and came upon a dead chipmunk. Good, she could eat this and not have to kill. She thought she couldn't really kill anything.
The meat made her nose flinch. She wished for home with chef prepared meals but a dog had to eat. Sampling only a small bit, rancid, Luna spit it out. Deciding on some grass, she ate what she could. By no means was it tasty but it filled her stomach. Nightfall loomed, riddled by hunger, tiredness, and the need of a bath, she curled into a hollow tree and slept.
The following morning, she ventured forth. She had no idea where to go but knew she had to keep moving. The days after the crash, she wandered through the forest eating grass and drinking water. At night, she found a new hovel to sleep in; often

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