On a bright summer morning, just as the sun came up, the little five-year old boy, Darren Cuillin, stood by the sliding glass doors, staring out at the beautiful morning.

His mother, Elinor, was just in the prosess of lining up all of her children's medicines for the day. She had just finished. "Darren, Honey. Time to take your medicine!" she called to her son, who stared out the window.

At first Darren didn't acknowledge her. He didn't even here her. He was too busy staring at something out the window.

"Darren?" Elinor, said, again.

Darren looked up just slightly from having his name be called. "What...?" he said, looking about a little mezmorized.

"Come take your medicine for today. I don't want you to miss a single day," Elinor said.

Darren turned to face his mom. He had a large smile on his face and his bright blue eyes were eager and lifely. "Mommy! I just saw a white dog out side!" he said, with excitement.

"No, dogs right now, Son! You have to take your pills for today!" Elinor said, now beinning to get a little impatient.

"Can I keep it?"

"What?"

"The dog? I want it for my pet," Darren said.

"Darren, come take your pills and stop talking about the dog. You don't need it right now! So do what I say. I don't want to get angry," Elinor snapped.

Darren came up to the table and climbed onto the chair. There were all of his child's vites lined up, ready for him to take. Darren frowned at them. Then he shot a look at his mother. "I don't like these, Mommy!" he wined.

"Eat them!" Elinor demanded.

Just then, Darren's older sister, Bayle came running in. Bayle was ten years old and a bit hot headed. "Hi, Darren. Like those vitamines?" Bayle gloated, as she saw that her brother was in a crabby mood about his vites.

Darren shook his head 'no.' "I don't like them," he assured her.

"Well, if you were big like me, you wouldn't have to take those chewing pills," she said, as she tilted her head back, through some pills in her own mouth and swallowed water. Then she smirked at Darren. "Ha, ha!" she mocked him. "Little!"

Then Bayle ran off to the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal. Elinor watched her leave and then looked at Darren once again. This time she put a hand on her hip threatningly. "See? Bayle ate her pills! Now eat those pills or you can't see any white dogs!"

Bayle stuck her head out from the kitchen. "Oh, no! You hear that, Darren?! You don't get any white dogs if you don't take your little kid pills!" she continued to mock him.

Darren was getting upset. His eyes started to sadden and he began to breath heavily.

"Oh, no! Is the baby that takes baby pills gonna start crying?" Bayle carried on.

"Come on, Darren! Take the pills! Do you want me to get Daddy?" Elinor threatened.

Darren gasped. "No, no!"

"Oh, Dad! You had better get good, or your gonna deal with Dad!" Bayle said. She folded her arms and smirked at her baby brother, lifting one red eyebrow.

Darren picked up one of the pills, and put one in his mouth. Just then, he started to gag. "I don't like it! I might throw up!"

"Uh, oh. You're in trouble," Bayle said, shaking her head, pretending to feel pity.

Darren started to cry. "Don't get Daddy! I'm gonna throw up!" Darren said, grabbing his stomach. "Ow...ow!" he moaned.

"Too bad..." Bayle continued.

"Stop it!" Darren wined, with tears all over his face. Then suddenly, he started gagging.

"Don't throw up!" Elinor yelled.

But it was too late. Darren had thrown up all over the table.

"Uh!" Bayle scoffed. "Now, I can't even eat my breakfast! Thanks a lot!" She stomped back into the kitchen.

Darren continued crying with throw up all over his mouth and clothes. Just then, Damian, Darren's older brother, who was eight years old, came walking in.

"Damian, take your pills," Elinor told him as he came in.

"Yes, Mom," Damian said, obediently, and he took his pills with no complaint.

Elinor faced Darren with a scowl once again. "See? Damian took his pills! You should be like Damian!" Then Elinor grabbed Darren around the arms, trying not to touch any throw up. She dragged him into the bathroom and ran a bath. Then she angirly pulled off his throw up clothes and set him into the bath tub.

Darren was still crying the whole time, but when he touched the water, he hollered out again. "Aaaaa! It's cold! It's cold!" he cried.

"Well, that's what you get for not taking your pills!" Elinor snapped. Then she through his clothes into the sink and put some strongly scented detergent in it. She let the clothes soak as she went over and harshly scrubbed Darren with a bath sponge.

"It stinks, it stinks..." Darren said, tearfully.

"Yeah, I know! That's what happens when you throw up for dumb reasons!" Elinor continued to scrub him. Then Elinor squirted some shampoo into her hand and rubbed it all over Darren's hair. Once his hair was foaming with bubbles, she tilted his head back. Then she got a cup of water to rinse his hair. "Sit still," she told him.

Darren was starting to get scared. He never liked this part. He started wining. "No, no!"

Elinor smacked his shoulder. "Stop it!" she said, then she poured the water over his hair. She did a poor job and the water fell clear over his face, getting soaping water into his eyes. Darren screamed with pain and grabbed his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Darren!" Elinor panicked. Then she quickly finished rinsing out his hair. "There, you're all done."

Elinor grabbed a towel and wrapped Darren up. He still screamed with pain.

"Stop crying or else Daddy will get mad," Elinor said.

But Darren couldn't stop. His eyes burned him. "This is a bad day!" he cried.

"Well, it's all your fault," Elinor said, and she carried him into his room and lay him on his bed.

"Now the white dog is all gone!" Darren cried.

"Well, that's your fault too!"

Just then, Bayle came running into the bedroom. "Mom! There's a big white wolf out side!" she said, in a frenzy.

Elinor let out a blood curdling scream. "Go, get Dad! Go get Dad!" she wailed.

Bayle ran out to get the dad. Elinor tended back to Darren. "Come on, Darren. Get dressed," she said, casually, as she pulled out a black nike, long sleeved shirt and some cargo shorts.

"I want to see the wolf..." he whimpered.

"Nope," Elinor said, simply, as she pulled up his shorts.

She Elinor had just finished dressing her son, then there was a loud gun shot out side. "There it goes!" she panicked.

"I want to see it!" Darren pleaded.

"Fine, go see it," Elinor said.

Darren jumped off of his bed and ran to the window. He saw that his dad was walking across the yard. Darren ran out to the back porch and across the yard to the dead wolf. Just as Darren approached it he saw that the the creature was very familiar to him. He had seen it before.

Darren gasped with horror. "It's my white dog!" he cried. "Why did you kill my white dog, Daddy?!" Darren said, with a frenzy.

Joe, Darren's dad glared down at him. "Don't you start crying! You hear me, Boy?" he said, harshly.

Darren stared at his father with his eyes wide open. He tried to hold back his tears for his 'dog' being dead. But his throat was all locked up and his stomach started to hurt. He clenched his stomach in agony. "Ow...ow!" he said.

Joe continued to glare at him. "If you're gonna act like a baby, then go somewhere else!"

Darren turned and ran to the house. He ran inside and across the hall to his room. Then he dove onto his bed and burst out crying. "My dog! Now it can never bark again!" he cried.

Darren spent a long while in his room crying about his dog. Then after about two hours he began to calm down. He sat over by his five-foot wide, salt water aquarium and watched the fish all swim around. The fish's continuous pattern soothed Darren as he watched intently.

Then suddenly, the door opened. Darren's other older sister, who was 14 years old, Erin poked her head in. "Time to eat lunch, Baby Boy," she said.

Darren looked back at her with his eyes almost a sinister stare. He didn't want to go out just yet. He was still emotionally sore. "I'm not hungry," he said.

"Why not? We're having chicken nuggets. Don't you want those?"

Darren shook his head rapidly. "Nope."

"Well...uh...Mom said to come get you...so you have to come," she said, as she picked him up.

Darren didn't say anything. But Erin didn't miss the glum attitude he had. "What's wrong, Baby Boy?" she asked.

Darren didn't answer. But Erin could see that he was hiding something now that his eyes were getting teary and red. His mouth began to fall. "Nothing!" he said, and he turned his face.

"Well, it must be something cause you're crying. Come on you can tell me," Erin said, in a soft voice.

"Um..." Darren said, and a tear rolled down his cheek. "Nothing!" He still tried to stand his ground and be tough.

"If you tell me, you'll feel better. And besides, if you don't tell me, I'll tickle you," Erin assured him.

"No, no!" Darren said, as he tried to squirm out of Erin's arms.

"Yes, yes," Erin said, and she held onto him tightly. "Tell me what's wrong, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0. Okay I'm tickling you." Erin pinned him onto the bed preparing to tickle him, but now he was finally going to give in.

"Okay, okay! I'll tell you!" Darren screamed.

Erin backed off and sat on the bed next to him. "Okay, what's wrong?"

"Um..." Darren sighed and he tried to hold up his tears. "Well..." he said, and a tear fell from his eye. Now he couldn't take it anymore. His lip hung low, and his voice broke as he spoke. "Uh..." he choked. "Daddy... killed my white dog..." he said, with merely a whisper from his tears.

Erin knew exactly what he was talking about. She couldn't help but to find it slightly amusing for he was talking about a wolf, but for his sake she held back her smile. She just put an arm around him and said, "No, Baby. That was a wolf. It was really dangerous and it would bite off your arms and legs and eat your nose off. Then it would gobbled up your face and chew up your hands. You would turn into wolf poop," Erin explained.

Darren looked just a tad bit frightened. "Why...?" he asked.

"Because that's what wolves do. You don't need any big wolves. They're mean and nasty and Daddy needed to kill it. Other wise it would have killed you, and I don't want you to get killed," Erin said, in a matter-of fact like manner.

Now Darren began to understand. "Oh..." he said. "I don't want to get killed. That would hurt!"

"Yep," Erin said. "You shouldn't keep wolves for pets. Just dogs."

"Can you get me a dog?"

"Sure. Just don't tell Mom and Dad. Next time I get a chance, I'll get you a dog," Erin said, simply.

Darren's face lit up and he managed make out a smile. "Thank's, Erin! Your the best!" Darren hugged his big sister and she hugged him back.

"Okay, Darren. Lunch time now," Erin said. Then she picked him up and carried him out.