Gemotions

The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. The sight was beautiful, but it was ruined by the constant worry. David saw the dachshund, a small, sausage-shaped dog called Frank, dart under the fence.

David had seen the owners struggling. The older couple adored Frank, he knew that. Their attempts to fix the fence were valiant, but so far unsuccessful.

He sighed, knowing what he had to do. He picked up the errant pup, and walked to the gate. He could see how much the couple loved their dog.

"Frank! There you are!" a relieved voice called out. David gave him a pat and walked away.