Puchiko: Hello and welcome to chapter 3 of "The Happening Dog"!

Sherrie: How you didn’t make any mistakes this time!

Puchiko: *mocks*

Sherrie: H-Hey! I was complimenting you!

Puchiko: Well too bad, it’s time for chapter 3 now anyways.

Chapter 3, My Changing Heart

A bright light dimmed in a thick forest. As the light dimmed out, the last bit of light shined on two faces, Sherrie and Catcher’s. It was clearly visible that Sherrie’s jaw was about to snap off her face in shock.

"What… what ARE you?!", Sherrie asked Catcher with a shaky voice.

As if it were a reply, Catcher’s forehead, where the butterfly net shape was, engulfed his body in light. A short time passed and yet again the light dimmed off again, but this time Catcher’s face wasn’t one of a fuzzy dog’s.

Sherrie shrieked loud enough in hope that someone would hear her. Her scream wasn’t only in fright of the boy that stood in place of where Catcher was sitting previously, but in fright of the boy that had absolutely no clothes on.

Although she was frightened to death, she found it getting hard to be scared of someone with such a soft and beautiful face. The boy that looked about her age had short golden hair, and chestnut colored eyes that seemed to just float into a gaze.

Sherrie stared at his face for a long awkward moment and then the clothe-less boy spoke "What’s wrong? You were never scared of me before!" He said and his eyes grew sad like a puppy.

"Wha? Who are you?!" Sherrie said backing off inch by inch.

"How could you forget? You’re the one who named me. I’m Catcher." He said casualy.

"N-No way, you’re no dog."

"Really?" He said and the bright light repeated the same routine until finally Catcher sat in the place where the boy was and then changed back into the boy. Sherrie knew that she couldn’t deny that he wasn’t Catcher at this point.

"But… what are you?"

"You’ll find out, one day or another" Catcher said with a warm smile.

"Can I ask you one more thing?" Sherrie said looking up to the night sky.

"Huh?"

"Can’t you… er- "Magically" get some clothes on or something?" Sherrie said with her face red.

"Clothes? You mean like those things you’re wearing?" Catcher tipped his head in curiosity.

"Yeah… I guess so." Sherrie said unsure.

At that Catcher’s body glowed in the same golden light and then Catcher was standing, wearing the same exact clothes as Sherrie. And of course, Sherrie found cross-dressing very amusing as she burst out laughing.

Another hour passed and Catcher finally understood the meaning of clothes and which kinds he should wear. As well as learning that, Sherrie also learned a few things about Catcher. It turned out he was 14-years-old as well, but still a few months older than Sherrie.

Sherrie was still troubled with the fact that she had no idea where she was. She missed her warm bed and her journal, but all she could do was helplessly follow Catcher to wherever he was leading her. She looked up again at the sky, it was pretty late, as she guessed. Sherrie started daydreaming, not noticing the sharp cliff turn ahead.

Just as Sherrie was getting into a deep thought, she slipped at the cliff and lost balance.

Chapter 3, End

Sherrie: Come on… not another cliffhanger!

Puchiko: Well how else can I grab the readers’ attention?

Sherrie: A tuna sandwich?

Puchiko: *Shrug* Hmm… who knows? Maybe Chapter 4 will clear things up for us next week.

Sherrie: Stay tooned!