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    The couple came by late that afternoon to take a look at the dogs and found they quite liked the runt. I was happy to see that the runt would soon be leaving me. I didn’t know this couple, nor did I care about them. As long as the runt was gone, and I lived.
   
    The mother gave birth to the puppies at 1:02 in the morning on Thursday.
    There was a runt, much smaller than rest, but most definitely cuter than all the other combined. He stood out from the others and you could instantly tell that he was special.
    The runt showed a special caring nature for his sibling’s and his parents. He was up and moving immediately. He liked to nibble and lick my hands so I let him.
    After the course of a few days I realized that this runt didn’t have normal behavior. He was always sleeping during the day and always moving up at night. He never liked to eat the food I gave him. He would always go out in the yard and I wouldn’t see him for a while. Then he would come back in and be just fine. I took him to the vet to see if he had problems with eating. The vet told me that he was eating regularly and must be eating when I was at work or out of the house.
    I took this answer without question but when I got home I realized that if the other puppies didn’t eat the runts food, it would always just sit there.
    He wasn’t eating.
    Or so I thought.
     After a hard day of work I saw a news special on t.v. of puzzling disappearances of people I knew around the neighborhood. I didn’t know them well, but I recognized their faces from seeing them around. It was strange. What was happening to these people?
    Would I be next? I fell asleep to this thought.
    The t.v. was still going and I woke in the night to the sound of a car commercial. I clicked the power button and noticed strange sounds coming from the back patio.
    I walked slowly to the kitchen when I heard the small runt scamper into the kitchen. He began lapping up water from the small dog bowl and then ran back out the dog door onto the back patio without even noticing me.
    I slowly approached the kitchen window where I took a peek outside. I could hear eating sounds but all i could see was the feet of someone laying on the porch. Then suddenly, the runt appeared. He bit the persons foot and dragged it away from the window where I could no longer see anything.
    I had to know what was happening so I rushed to the door and quickly opened it to reveal the torn apart body of my next door neighbor. The runt was chewing on the insides of Mr. Bridwall. I vomited everything I had eaten that day at the site of my cutest dog eating my neighbor.
    I ran inside to the sink where I washed my face.
    The runt eats humans. That is why he doesn’t eat the food I give him.
    What would I do with the body? How would I cover this up? Could this be what happened to the other disappearances around the town?
    I turned around to go back outside when I saw the dog peacefully sleeping on his little bed next to the other dogs. I peered outside and saw nothing on the back patio.
    The runt ate everything.
   

    After I had discovered what the runt was doing, I was happy to know that the couple who was interested in him would be meeting me at the park’s river in the morning to collect the dog.
    I felt a little guilty selling this killer dog to the couple but I might have been next so I had to sell it.
    I put the dog in the kennel carefully and headed to the park.
    When I drove up the couple’s car was already there but to my surprise when i stepped out I saw a little girl get out of the car and approach me.
    I was giving the dog to a poor innocent child?
    I couldn’t. It was too painful.
    No, I had too.
    The little girl ran to the kennel and started talking cutely to the runt. She took the dog from me and nuzzled it in her arms. The runt nibbled on her fingers and a little bit of blood ran out. She pulled her hand away and told the runt, “No biting, Peanut.”
    Guilt filled my soul. How could I give this evil dog to such an innocent girl. If I let her take the dog, she would be dead by morning.
    I couldn’t let that happen.
    I grabbed the dog from her arms and ran for the river. I jumped in with the dog in my hands and that was the last anyone saw of the Runt and I.

    I see the little the girl sometimes, with a leash in her hand, walking one of the other pups from the litter. She had probably been given it when my relatives were going through my things.
    The news articles said I committed suicide with the dog because I was depressed or had mental problems but I know why I did what I did.