t first when Samantha saw the junkyard dog, she spat at him. The yellow puppy grinned at her, showing off his teeth. A patch of skin that was not covered by fur shown in the sun, and yet Samantha walked on by the poor hound as if nothing had happened. But something had.

That day, Samantha decided to walk home past the junkyard dog so that she could spit at it's matted fur. She giggled to herself cruelly, but really she had a reason even if it was a stupid one. Samantha had flunked her spelling test, and that made her mad. She felt like being mean.

A site on Samanthat's way home made her heart melt though. The mangled body of the junkyard dog lay in the streets. Samantha cried and cried and carried the dog's body to her house. She touched his soft fur one last time before setting him in her backyard beneath a tall oak tree.

I'll miss you Junkyard Dog, she whispered and said a silent prayer for the puppy.

So think twice before you do something mean. You never know what'll happen.