have fallen and when the driver tried to collect it from the floor of his car, it happened. He had no chance to react anymore, he raced unchecked into Chris as he was just about to cross the street.The breaking of glass came through Tyla's ears.
The vase broke; it had slipped through her fingers like butter. Broken pieces lay scattered on the floor. Her mother hugged her crying, but Tyla didn't want to believe what was said to her, it just couldn't be right. She then spent a full three days in her room with nothing more than a few bottles of water and a photo. It was a photo that showed her and Chris laughing in each other's arms.

The feeling of emptiness and sadness ate its way into Tyla again, right into her heart. She knew that she had the chance to change everything and turn it around for the better, but that didn't take away the memories of what had happened. At that moment she would have liked nothing more than crying, but it couldn't be. Not a single tear found its way out.
Buried deep in her thoughts, suddenly the big church bells rang out and she was startled. She listened to the beating, excited and delighted at the distraction."Two, three ... So three o'clock. Well then, I still have two or three hours to sleep, then the first passengers will surely appear here. Which means that I should finally go for it, because tomorrow it will certainly be an exciting and exhausting day. "
Thought, done, Tyla curled up and lowered her head. Her eyelids fell shut as if they were made of stone and it took barely a few minutes before she was gone in her sleep.

Again it was the ringing of the bells that helped Tyla. She blinked sleepily at the shining sun, which at such an early hour made the beads of sweat flash on her forehead.
Tyla carefully straightened her upper body. Still no one was standing at the bus stop and so she decided to stretch her legs first. She jumped off the bench, stretched, hunched like a cat, and then disappeared into a little bush at the edge of the sidewalk.
The little dog came back from the bushes with a visibly relieved expression.Patiently and satisfied, she sat down in front of the small shelter and looked up at the large church tower. The big bell had struck six o'clock. With an unusually high level of courage and confidence in her heart, she decided to wait and in fact the first children, who obviously had a trip to the swimming pool ahead of them, weren't too long in coming. It was just a quarter to seven when Tyla heard their laughing voices. With a rather unfortunate dive, the little bitch hid in the bushes, because she still remembered too well how she had always behaved towards small, cute dog babies. Her head peeked out of the green thicket, somewhat crumpled and with leaves stuck in her fur. Now it was only a matter of time before the next bus to the city would come.
Only a few minutes later the time had finally come, the bus pulled up and Tyla knew exactly that this was her chance. The doors opened, the children got in and in all the tangle she jumped out of her bushes and landed at the last second with a giant leap inside the bus.Fortunately for her, the bus was almost completely empty, which made it easier for her to go undetected. Like a little weasel, she slipped under one of the seats and clutched one of the seat mountings.
"Well and that would be a stage win, number two. Assuming I survive this type of bus driving. Ouch ... my bum."
Every time the bus started or braked, Tyla shifted back and forth.
Ninety minutes later she had finally made it, the bus stopped at her stop. An elderly lady had pressed and now wanted to get out too. Tyla, who had to hurry again to come out, stumbled a little. The eternal there and back, like the frequent banging of the head against the seat, had left its mark. And so she literally stumbled out of the bus. It gave the impression that it had fallen into a barrel full of rum. The bus continued and Tyla was only a few meters from her house. She paused again to plan her further action exactly, because nothing should be done rashly, the risk of failure was too great."Okay, so far so good, but what do I do now? If I march home, I'll be kicked out anyway, or worse, I'll be taken to the shelter and then it's all over. No, Mom would never have a dog in the house. Besides, I don't want to see her face when she realizes that I'm no longer there. What have I done, I haven't really thought about it yet ... But maybe I shouldn't, it just complicates everything unnecessarily I can think of a good explanation when the time comes. But now back to my original problem, what to do? Chris should be at home, yes ... and he always wanted a dog. That's it, I have to me nestle with him right away, so I can protect him the best and am with him everywhere. Really everywhere, hmm ...! Ahh, ugh Tyla, what thoughts. Concentrate! After all, you have a job here! Something unprofessional ...! "
Grinning maliciously, Tyla padded off.It wasn't far to Chris's house and slowly but surely, Tyla was beginning to wonder if he would take her in at all or if she would actually have to go to the shelter. She fluttered her huge floppy ears and thought:
"When I start again like this, I can wrap up right away. Of course he'll take me in. Hello? Am I not the cutest dog on earth? I'm just thinking too much. I just have to let it come my way "Then everything will be fine. What used to say grandfather, there is a way out of everything, you just have to find it! That's how it was, that's how it is and that's how it will always be. I can do it, I'm stuck with it." convinced!"
These thoughts accompanied her to her friend's house. It was a big house, or so it seemed to Tyla. With two floors and a huge garden. It was wonderful for Tyla to have finally arrived. She looked at the house beaming and realized:"Nothing has changed at all. I actually traveled back in time, madness. Only this street, then I can finally lie in his arms again, finally."
Without wasting another thought, she ran across the street. She had already reached the sidewalk when suddenly a high-pitched ringing sounded and an angry boy roared:
"Ey away there you stupid mutt."
But without waiting for the little dog to really run away, he just drove towards it. It was too late for Tyla to evade, she screwed up her eyes and let it happen. The pain penetrated her and despite her closed eyes she felt it swirling through the air. She hit the pavement hard and lay motionless while the cyclist continued unaffected.
Chris, who had seen everything from the garden, reacted immediately. He dived over the garden fence and ran after the boy. Furious at such behavior, he roared:"Cowardly bastard, if I catch you here again, you'll be history!"
When he saw that it made no sense to run after him, he turned away and ran back to the bleeding Tyla. The pedals had caused a long crack. Hardly in her senses from the sheer pain, she recognized her savior and breathed with her last strength:
"I really did it. Now everything will be fine ... right?"
For Chris, however, it was just the low squeak of an injured dog. He ran into the house with the dog in his arms. Less than a minute later he and his mother stormed out of the house. A small blanket had been placed over Tyla and his mother was holding the car key tightly in her hands. But Tyla had already not noticed, she lost herself again in the black nothingness of fear. The fear of losing everything through a stupid little mistake.

"Lucky, that looked worse than it actually was. After all, we were able to take them back with us right away.""I guess that's true. I'm just wondering what your father will say about that?"
"Oh mom, look how cute she is, dad will hardly tell you to go to the shelter and especially not when you find out what happened."
"Well, you can try it. But don't tell him that we went to the vet with him, you know him."
"Yes I do, all too well."
"What kind of voices are those? Huh, am I not dead? Ah, it all hurts, damn it. Where am I against?"
Obsessed with incredible curiosity, Tyla tried to straighten up. Her eyes were open, but since she was lying in a basket she saw nothing. She tried to straighten her upper body with her front paws, but her legs wobbled like pudding and she plopped back into the basket unpleasant. Chris, who had watched the bitch out of the corner of his eye, saw how the little one tried to get up. Surprised and happy, he called out to his mother:
"Hey, she woke up! Take a look at her!Really funny, that thing. "
"Hmm, what thing? ... Wait a minute ..., me? I'm not a thing! What is that going on?" Tyla grumbled to herself, who had meanwhile also noticed that no one could understand her.
She wrinkled her nose, offended, which drove Chris even more into ecstasy, apparently he seemed to have eaten a fool on the little dog, which of course Tyla was just as happy. Cautiously, Chris held out his hand to Tyla, but instead of sniffing at her as it should have been for a completely strange, frightened and young dog, she snuggled with relish. Chris smiled at this and insisted on petting and petting the little dog.
Now Tyla held nothing at all, not even her piercing pain, no strength in the world could have held her. All her feelings had overwhelmed her, all the sadness, the happiness and the tiny hint of hope. She jumped out of the basket, right into Chris' arms.It was so strange to be with him again, even though he was recently out of reach for her. She felt his warm hand on her back, which slowly and gently stroked him. Tyla wanted nothing more than that this moment would last forever, but of course it wasn't. Very carefully, Chris put the little puppy back in its basket. Then he crouched back and said to Tyla:
"Now you stay here for the first time, get some sleep and when my father comes, you have to be just as convincing as you were before, right? Until then, I still have enough time to come up with a name. So