Derek Thomas

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Drizella 

Since we were racing to the Thomas household, we arrived sooner than the twenty minutes that Peter had mentioned. We slowed down as we got closer to the home and tied the horses to a tree branch across the yard, it shouldn't take too long to offer our condolences.

*KNOCK KNOCK* 

After the first knock, we heard barking from inside that then seemed to move outside and to the side of the house. The back door must be open for the dog to roam around, I figured. 

*KNOCK KNOCK* 

After a few more attempts and still no answer, Peter walked over to the side of the house to look over the fence where the dog was barking at us. "Hey, Gemma!"  

Looking over the fence where Peter was, I saw an older dog with a white face and a black and brown body, its ears were large and pointy and its bark was so loud and rounded that I