In the pick-up truck bed, violet was getting restless. With rage she tore open the bag and banged against the cage. Groaning and growling, violet hit the cage. Boy was she angry. Bolt backed up and slammed hiss body against it. Together the chiens fought for freedom. "AAGH! F this!" violet a dit pacing. She was sad and angry. "OMG! Come on stupid cage!" "Oh God, she's gonna blow." Bolt whispered. Then he saw a latch on the inside. Bolt leaped over violet and opened the cage. "Oh man this is suicide!" violet worriedly said. "Trust me." Bolt said. The white chiens were now on the pick-up bed. Bolt looked over the side to what they were going to pass. Bingo! A moss patch. Bolt grabbed violet's collier and tossed her into the moss. Bolt leaped out to the moss. He landed nicely. So did Violet. "How are we goin' to get home?" violet asked. "I don't know. But we must use our strength to get home. violet nodded and followed Bolt's lead. Noses to the ground, they ran.



Night


violet panted and suddenly collapsed with a whimper. "Ow!" she groaned. "Violet!" Bolt turned around. He rushed over. "Are toi okay?" "Rrrra, not really." she answered. "Can toi stand?" violet stood. The leg she fell on trembled and collapsed again. "I can't make it. I can't walk another step." violet whined. "Hmmmm," Bolt thought. "We'll rest up. We're sûr, sans danger in these trees. They surround us and hide us." "Okay. It's nice over here anyway." violet responded. They fell asleep. Bolt and violet prayed that Violet's leg would heal enough so they can travel.