CHAPTER 51: Fight Or Not?!

  The boys looked at each other. Cassey didn't say a word, but sat down on the field.

  "I thought as much" the Small Man concluded, heading back inside.

  "Get ready boys, the party is about to begun. Anytime soon" he smiled and went inside.

  Allen went to sit beside Cassey.

  "Well. We have come all the way here, we need to win, we need to defy every odds."

  "Sure. Sure. Whatever it takes" Cassey replied.

  Skryl joined them. They stayed like that for something, admiring the Greenlands until dog's barks started occupying their ear drums, far and near.

  And in sets, and groups, the boys appeared. Soon the field was filled up with numerous dogs.

  And their owners, some having about five dogs, some two, some even six, and some with bitches and their puppies, probably to train them.

  "Wow. This is so much than I expected" said Cassey.

  "But he said eight dogs" Allen added.

  "Yes. Only eight dogs will contest" Cassey replied.