The three headed pup looked around the border, his little sister whimpering, and his old brother looking at him annoyed, a scowl formed on his face. They where born like this when a curse had been upon them, so know they all share the same body and brain. At first it was hard to move but since then they can run, jump, and play without tumbling over. He remembered when they where all running when suddenly they all tripped and feel and the grass, he turned his head to his younger sister, examining her paw, cleaning it up. It was sure the good old days alright, good old days.
Luke flashed back into reality and noticed something was in the bushes watching them.
///Rushed///