It was still midnight when the police arrived to see Christopher holding a dead dog in his arms while the owner Mrs. Shears was still questioning what had happened to her dog. There were one policeman and a policewoman which was steeping on an orange leaf while having somewhat of a red scratch around her tight left ankle escorting Mrs. Shears to her house, while the policeman was coming over to talk with Christopher.
Would you like to tell me, what's going on here, young man?
The dog is dead
How old are you? and why are you holding that dog
I am 15 years and 3 mothns and 2 days. And I am holding him because I like dogs
Did you kill the dog? and is that your fork?
I did not kill the dog and no that is not my fork!
The policeman told Christopher that he looked upset, yet to Christopher, the man was asking too many questions ar a fast rate and couldn't handle it, the policeman irritated, asks one more time and tries to grab Christopher, something that he didn't like.
Christopher being too stressed at the moment started to scream in agony, and when the man tried to pull him up, Christopher punched him so that there could be silence again.