The Angry Chihuahua(II)

11 The Angry Chihuahua (II) The team laughed the first time the coach called me the Angry Chihuahua. I pretended to laugh, but inside I was hurt. I felt sorry for myself. One player who didn't laugh was Eric. He always went out of his way to make me feel at home on the team. Except for Eric, I felt like the whole team thought I was a joke! A week later, we were playing against another team. They were all huge, and they played very hard and rough. One of their players was the biggest bully in the league. Although there is no fighting allowed in my league, I knew that one big hit from this guy could leave me seriously injured. In the middle of the game, I was skating with the puck and I passed it to my winger, Eric. He was about to take a shot when the big bully on the other team took his stick and slashed Eric across the back of the leg. Eric dropped like a stone on the ice and writhed in agony.

Then, the strangest thing happened. I saw the bully laughing, and I just couldn't take it! I dashed towards him, yelling at him at the top of my lungs. He turned around and pushed me. I went flying backwards, sliding along the ice. I hit the ice so hard that I couldn't breathe. But when I looked up, my teammates had all come over to pull him off me. They all looked at me and then at the big bully, who was no longer smiling. They shoved him away and the referee gave him a ten-game suspension. From that moment on, my teammates always treated me with the greatest respect. I think they were shocked to see that someone so small would dare to stand up to such a huge bully. Since then, I've learned to control my emotions, but everyone in the league heard the story. They all know that although I may be small, 1 don't give up. I guess it's not so bad being known as the Angry Chihuahua after all.