Runaway Dog!

One day my brother and sister and me were outside playing and talking to the neighbor boy. Even though we told the little boy he couldn’t come over, he opened the gate anyways and our dog got out. I started chasing after her, and my brother did, too, even though he wasn’t supposed to. We chased her on another street, but a car was coming fast. Our dog got on the other side of the street in time, but my brother was about to get hit by the speeding car. He dove to the other side just in time, before the car could hit him. He got away with just a scratched up knee, but we had to catch our dog. We caught her and our mom came running to us. Our dad came with the van and my sister, and we took our dog back home. I was scared and crying, but in a couple hours I realized I did the right thing. I am thankful that God protected my brother and our dog.

—Hannah, age 10