The next day it was raining. Rain was pouring on the field and the houses were covered in rain. Rain filtered the water butts, the pathways and the roads through the village. It was like the sky had split apart and it would rain forever. Mrs Hilles stood at the kitchen window, shaking her head, muttering something about the food.Aysha  thought the food was fine to be honest, “Mrs Hilles is a picky eater,” ysha whispered to herself and laughed in a cheeky  voice.

But Aysha couldn’t wait any longer while Mrs Hilles muttered. It was all  Aysha’s fault. She didn’t leave Snowy alone, they`d be singing hymns and playing. Already time was ticking by. She had to save Snowy and that meant finding Tyler.

Outside, the rain soon soaked Aysha to the skin. The rain dashed in Aysha’s sleeves, down her neck and soon filled her boots. Desperately, she searched the village, stumbling across the field, calling and calling. But only the wind and rain answered back.

 She finally had arrived at Tyler’s house, and she knocked on the door and Tyler’s mum answered. “Hi Mrs Olivia, is Tyler home?” Mrs Olivia knew everything that happened in the village and knew where her son was.A ,  title-tattler and didn’t have the time of day to spend with the likes of her. But Aysha was at the end of her tether.

Sure enough, Mrs Olivia was at the kitchen window, watching. ”Don’t you come in here, dripping all over the clean floor young lady,” she snapped, shocked at the thought of the other kitchen floor being messed up.

“ Sorry Mrs Olivia, but have you seen your son Tylers this morning?”  asked Aysha, politely. Mrs Oliver sniffed, “No I haven’t, he said he was going on a walk.” Closing the door  abruptly  on my face. Aysha stood at the end of the church. She  heard the water dripping from the roof making a sound of Click. Tyler had returned to find Snowy again? I mean after all he loved animals, he had a baby dog and a cat. Maybe he’d found the courage to go back?

Now this happened 98 years ago. Tyler had returned after 5 days. Somehow he had gotten over his fear and came back. Aysha found him playing with Snowy in the woods, they were tucked into the bush. “He’s my best best friend now.” But sadly they are all gone now. Tyler was 6 years older than me and was sent to Italy where he died (sadly) in a plane crash when the  war had ended  in 1945. He would never see his beloved village again or whisper his silly nonsense into Snowy’s and Aysha’s ear. Still Aysha remembers and dreams of Snowy every single day and will never forget her. 

One day, several summers passed. When one night  Aysha received a letter from Mrs Hilles, she told me that she could no longer find Snowy. Our happiness was destroyed. Snowy had disappeared with as little fuss as now in the night of my life. A good  friendship has ended in tears