I was walking with two of my friends on some old road. I remember it being cold and it was snowing. We came across a brige that lead to an old mansion. The atmosphere was very creepy because of the dead trees surrounding it. Well we entered the front yard and we cam across these stairs that lead to the front door. There was a corpse next to the stairs frozen in ice and a big black and white Huskey was licking it's face. He didn't have a name, so I'll call him Wolvesbane. Wolvesbane did look frightening. Weird thing is that I wasn't scare of Wolvesbane. I reached to it and it growled at me. I didn't pull away. So when I touched it, It whimpered and tugged me towards the corpse. It was a classmate of mine. I bent down on the ground and felt his pulse. He was alive. I took him to the hospital and hey revived him. He said that the dog was keeping him alive by his warm fur. The dog waited for me outside the hospital. It jumped around and it licked me all over. I decided that I would adopt him and keep him. END
So what does it all mean? I would like to know.