Toby

I could hear screaming coming from outside the house.  It was my little brother, John, he was screaming, and when I ran outside, I could see why he’s screaming so loudly.

There he was. "He's going to attack me, he's going to attack me" yelled John. “He won’t hurt you” I said to John. “He will, he will” John replied.

I picked him up, cuddled him and took him inside. I named him Toby.

“We’re not keeping him” mum said. “WHY!?” I yelled. Even though I knew John was afraid of Toby, I tried to make John realise that Toby was not harmful.

While John was sleeping, little Toby started licking his face. John started giggling and woke up. As soon as he saw it was Toby making him laugh, he gave Toby a cuddle. John was no longer afraid.