Amber throws her wristlet.

Amber looked to her wristlet in her left hand. She had a feeling that maybe if she threw it, the dogs might go for it like they were playing fetch.

“But I’ve got some important stuff in there.” Amber thought to herself. “Ok I’ve got like, $3 and a coupon, but my phones in there too.”

Slowly, Amber brought her hands together, grabbing the zipper on her wristlet.

“Lemme just get my phone first.” Amber thought. She grasped the zipper, and slowly started to pull.

“GRRRRRR.” Came the low growl of the Rottweiler’s. Amber froze, and the growling stopped.

She waited a second, and pulled again.

“GRRRRRRRRRRRRR.”

Again Amber froze, looking up at the dogs.

“Just gimme a second here.” Amber said, sounding exasperated. For a third time, she pulled the zipper open.

Ms. Sullivan was just about to turn around and go back inside when she heard a series of girlish yelps and saw as her fence began shaking. Watching closely, she saw as two hands grabbed the top, only to immediately let go. Again she saw the same hands grasp the fence, only to be followed by their removal once more.

“What in the world?” Ms. Sullivan said. A third time those hands came up, and this time a head slowly followed them. Her daughter’s, to be specific. She watched as Amber pulled herself over the fence, and was shocked to find her daughter totally nude, covered in bite marks and what looked like drool. Amber flopped onto the ground, face down with her ass high up in the air.

“I gah i…” Amber mumbled. Ms. Sullivan, less mad at her daughter now and more concerned, ran over to her.

“Amber what happened?!” Ms. Sullivan asked worriedly.

“I… I got it.” Amber said as she weakly raised her hand, holding up her phone. A second later, a chunk in the shape of a bite fell off of it. Ambers eyes just rolled back as she passed out.

Game Over! Look on the bright side, Ambers mom doesn’t seem mad about the phone.