Once upon a time, when humans were not in existence, sausage dogs and pitbulls had a history of chaos.  Vinnie (a mighty sausage dog from the land of warriors) is passionate about saving Waveland, but the city of Gormouth has other ideas. They are not looking for fun and games but the realms of this battle is never forgotten in their eyes. The sun peered over the horizon ; however, it would soon be petrifying chaos. Pirouetting leaves crunched beneath their paws as howls echoed tingling their senses, irritating their nose. Beams of iridescent sunlight heated their fur preparing them for battle. Vinnie, Tiger and Betty couldn’t get to sleep as lightning struck. It was the land of Gormouths attack on becoming king of all of the counties of Wonderland. They vanished. All chaos broke loose in the empire and a knock echoed to their ears vibrating only prolepising the worst. They had tranquilly become breathless venturing through an escape tunnel which Mam and Pops never let them in. It was compact with dust and a nauseating stench rumbled their stomach intensely as their adrenalin levels dropped; their eyes began to flicker. Nostalgia hit them. Descent curtain swayed in the chill of the air, a prim and proper mirror sat familarily. Their antie directed them here and forced them into another hole with the most extreme stench from 1769. There was sudden darkness and a deathaning scream then an intimidating roar .At lightning speed,  Their legs pounded on the soil in fret and – most disconcertainly- there was a beam of iridescent natural light in the distance. There was an unfamiliar towering sand sculpture in front of them. It was colossal and the temperature had skyrocketed. “ Where are we vinnie,?”Exclaimed Betty fretfully. Inside the desolate land brimmed with ebony shades,ominous shadows lingered inaudibly whilst the azure river swayed crashing off the graphite full of anger. The iridescent sun was hidden behind several clouds circling a silhouette, a very unusual one. The temperature suddenly dropped intensely and their whiskers flickered like never before. The wind nipped, brutally. Thunder was incoming and the 3 siblings shivered in fret: their emotions froze. Hours passed, their spines shook to the motion of the wind but there was a  glimpse of blinding light and a figure swaying in the distance. A grand, colossal tree stood overlooking the growth of the fruit and any animals roaming in the calm and peaceful presence. Birds chirped merrily and butterflies swayed from branch to branch singing to each other. Happiness lay everywhere but something wasn’t right. Forlornly, Tiger jerked from the sorrowful, pestering sound of lingering ominous shadows ebony in his memory. Melancholically, Vinnie’s ears shivered inaudibly whilst his shoulders jerked in fret as the azure sky abruptly turned into an ebony shade. Inside the decrepit, desolate, dying orchard, Betty stood bewildered in fret from the crestfallen scene ahead. An ominous howl amplified in their ears pestering them, eccentricity cloaked over them. Hours of plentiful mud and effort lead up to an ominous sculpture of graphite as ebony as the sky in its most furious tantrum.  “I have adored this adventure! Vinnie? Did you hear that?” questioned Betty quivering to the rhythm of the spine chilling air. Abruptly, a crimson liquid came manically chasing after them. They became eccentric. Sounds of decomposing rocks lingered in Vinnies ears as he noticed Tiger fading away into the musky air. “Tiger! Come on! The liquid will seize you!” bellowed Vinnie whilst still sprinting ahead, fret blanketed over them. “C- coming Ti-tiger,” he froze in trepidation, anxiety and disconcertingly tears created desolate puddles in the lava’s presence or reminder .