The big day was coming soon, it was the Meadow Olympics. Everybody participated because it was a team game. The teams were Trixie and Striker versus Chrissy and Hopper. The competitors entered the giant ovaled stadium. Rows of chairs covered it all the way around.

“We are bound to win Striker!” Trixie eagerly chirped.
“Sure we are…” Striker let out a long sigh then rolled his eyes. On the other side of the stadium, Chrissy and Hopper were practicing.
“C’mon Hopper! Pick up the pace!”Chrissy sprinted past Hopper.
“Sorry, its not my fault I can’t run. I can only hop!” Hopper kept hopping along trying to pick up speed.
“Look at them Striker. It makes me sick how they’re trying.”
“I guess, if you would let me do something.” Striker mumbled to himself.
The next day arrived which meant so did the Meadow Olympics. Trixie gave Chrissy a rude scowl as she walked up the the starting line for the 100 Meter Dash.
“Good luck Trixie,” Chrissy grinned even though she wanted to rip Trixie’s head off for that scowl. The pistol  blew and the runners were off. Chrissy was in first and Hopper was on the sidelines rooting for her.
“Go Chrissy!” Hopper hollered waving a little flag. Striker sat on the sidelines and also chanted for Trixie.
They were tied now, but Chrissy picked up the pace and dashed with her last ounce of energy to the finish. The crowd cheered, waving Chrissy and Hopper’s team flag.
Next up was the 100 Meter Swim. This made Striker confident because he was a very good swimmer.
“Step aside doggie paddler, watch me work my swimming stuff,” She made a I’m-so-awesome-and-c***y-I-can-do-anything smile.
“This is stupid,” he was sick with her selfishness and c***y attitude. She was lucky he hadn’t bit her head. Trixie trotted over to the edge of the giant pool and crouched down to get ready.
“Where’s your little sidekick?” Trixie snapped.
“He’s going to do the last game, and he’s not my sidekick,” Chrissy snapped back. The pistol blew again and they dove into the water.  She cheated by shoving Chrissy over off her lane when she came back up for air.
“Ah!” Chrissy became unbalanced and flipped backwards back into the water. Trixie sprinted to the wall to turn back to the finish. Which she did win.
“Hey! Trixie cheated by pushing me out of my lane!” Chrissy growled at her and accused Trixie of her loss.
“I did not! I won fair and square!” She scowled then shook off the water on her fur. The final game was the 100 Meter Hurdles. Striker was at his breaking point with Trixie.
“UGH! I can't stand that Trixie won’t let me play any games!” Hopper and Trixie walked up to the starting line to the hurdles. Hopper was off jumping every hurdle with no hesitation. She was again going to cheat until Striker finally took charge.
“Trixie! You’re a cheater and a poor sport! I should’ve took charge in the first place!” Striker was barking at her with large jaws sticking out. Trixie was terribly frightened.
“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! Honest!” Trixie paused for a moment.
“I’ve heard enough out of you today Trixie. I’m done with you. Done,” Hopper ended up getting to the finish line and they won the gold medals. As for Trixie, she regret her actions. “I never wanted this… Is it too late for sorry?” She laid on the track alone in the dusty, empty stadium. It started to rain onto Trixie’s soft, warm fur. She whimpered and cried in her small little ball lying there with no shoulder to cry on.
Moral: Don’t think you can do everything yourself.