Exactly 7 minutes past midnight I came across a dead dog with a four pointed pitch fork stuck right through him, into the grass, which made it stand up straight. The dog was laying down on its right side right in front of Mrs Shears backyard. I touched the dog’s muzzle, still warm and fuzzy. I lifted the pitchfork off his body and blood poured from the four holes, so deep in his body that I could see all the way through. I picked up the dog and stared at it for a while. Mrs Shears suddenly burst out the backdoor looking at me with a look I couldn’t understand. She took a few steps forward before screaming while running towards Wellington. I didn’t like her screaming. The dog rolled out of my hands hitting the ground with a thud. I curled up kneeling against the wet and cold grass with my forehead slowly reaching for my knees. I cover my ears hoping that Mrs Shears would stop screaming. Then in the distance just faintly I hear police sirens. I really like the police because of their uniforms and numbers. I lifted my head off the ground and saw a policeman walking towards me.
I stood up and looked at his flash badge and gadgets all around him making him look professional. He asked me a lot of questions and I tried to respond to him but he just kept cutting me off which made me feel uncomfortable. I rolled back into my safe place but the policeman took me by the arm and shoving me back to my feet. I did not like what he did. So I hit him. He got angry which I could see on his face and told me I was under arrest. That made me feel better because I see policemen say that on TV. He stomped to his car and threw me in. He then said something to his partner which I could not understand because it was too muffled. The door swung open and the policeman stepped into the car and let out a huge breath through his nose.
We both then drove off to the police station passing lots of things on the side of the road. He made a strong left turn parking at the back of the police station. Taking me out he shoved me into the waiting room where more policemen told me to hand over my things. I gave 3 rat pellets, a block, a paper clip and my Swiss army knife. They took all my things which they said were contraband. And put me into a cell which had a floating bed, a thin mattress, a cold metal toilet, a rough and a dense floor with water dripping from the ceiling. There was a small window right above all of that. I waited a long time before I heard my father come to the police station looking for me.