Running into the clearing in the forest you bark loudly, leaping through the air, soaring like some kind of magnificent bird-dog. Landing 10ft away from the Timmy and his tormentors you bark heroically!

"Help me, Boy!" Yells Timmy, the bully attacking Timmy momentarily pauses mid-kick, suddenly unsure about his current course of action, the other stops laughing and stares at you, his expression a mixture of apprehension and surprise.

He notices the sneakers attached to you feet, a note of slight confusion appearing on his face.

You notice now that the bully nearer you has a metal hook like thing where a left hand should be.

You've committed to this course of action, so what do you do?

RATE THIS BRANCH!