Sunday, June 2, 2019
Where The Red Fern Grows :: essays research papers
Billy was walking home one day when there was a detent fight in the attendant and he went to investigate to see what was going on and there was a bunch of dogs beating up on one dog so he decided to get involved and break it up. They all scattered away when they saw him coming. The dog that was getting beat up on was lying on the ground in what looked like a lot of pain. He rushed over and noniced he was a beautiful detent dog. He also noniced that he wasnt hurt that bad, just scared. This hound dog reminded him of his hounds that he had had when he was just a boy. Billy was rattling happy the dog had come through townspeople, because he had stirred up a lot good memories for Billy.When Billy was a boy he had a major addiction to wanting a pair of hound dogs. However, as much as he wanted a pair of hounds he did not receive them. Every now and then he would hear the neighboring dogs calling treed to their masters, and their masters whooping back to them to tell the hound that they were on the way. This encourage Billy to wanting a hound more. His dad told him one day that his grandpa wanted to see him as soon as possible. Once he got to his grandfather, his grandfather told him that he had seen an ad in the newspaper for some hound dog pups. Thats when Billy finally had decided to do something about this not having a pair of hound dogs problem. So he went and got an old tin can and started putting money in it that he made from working in the fields.Over the next year he had saved up enough money to buy his hound dog pups. He hiked over the mountains to the nearest town post office because thats where his dogs where going to be until he picked them up. He got to the post office and put them in a potato sack grip and headed for home. His grandpa had given him a coon trap so he could train his dogs. He named his dogs Old Dan and Little Anne. They made a great set. By the time hunting season had come he had his dogs trained and ready to go. The first night they treed their first ringtail coon.
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