Disclaimer:

I don't own any of the Bolt characters in this story. They all belong to Disney.

Author's Note:

The origin of this idea came from Boltsfan247. Thank you very much for starting me out with a great idea. Yes, I've made quite some changes to it, but I wouldn't have even thought of it without your help, so thank you.

Now, realize everything in this story is in MITTENS' perspective, not mine. Mittens is the one telling the story. Just to clarify.

If I was ever to tell a part of the story it would be written in italics like this.

The rest of you... I PROMISE you will enjoy this! This is a special story that you won't regret reading.

If you wastes your time completely, feel free to vent about it. I'm not (completely) against flamers.

I Present To You:

Mittens' Story: A Canine's Fantasy

Part One:

My Not-So-Fairy-Tale

Chapter 1:

The Knight In Shining White Fur

Mittens' Point Of View:

Let's get one thing clear. This is NOT a fairy-tale. I took the liberty to change that and call it a furry-tail. I have one and it's a whole lot more entertaining than any fantasy story I've ever seen.

So, before everyone jumps out of their seats and screams in tremendous annoyance, let me explain to you that I've never been a big fan of fairy tales. In fact, I always hated them.

All they were to me was a fantasy about the "perfect prince" coming to save the poor little princess from some dim-witted evil that decided to be apart of the whole irritating mess. Well, I've had my share of happily-ever-afters, and the story only continued after that. It never JUST ended there. My life proceeded and with the winds of change blowing, my happily-ever-after also left with it... and I was alone once again.

That's when I decided I hate fairy tales.

But, hey, before you close up this story and never wanna hear from me again, understand this; I may not believe in fairy tales, but I have found a way to believe in miracles. Or at least... magic.

Ugh... I think it'll just be easier to start from the very beginning. You may as well get comfortable, my little friends.

Because you're in for one heck of a story.

Once upon a time... in the small kingdom of New York City, 25th Avenue, Park Street... alley. There lived a troubled scrawny black cat named... Myrtle... or just a Mistress named Mittens.

Anyway, this mistress had a lot of servants working for her, and they weren't happy... nobody was. It was a crazy kingdom New York City, 25th Avenue, Park Street... Alley. And the means to survive were scarce, and so was the protection of the servants. Mistress Mittens ordered a regular food delivery every week from her servants in order for her to promise this protection to them. And for several weeks, this process was going just fine...

Until one day she was confronted by one of her pigeons- bleh, I mean servants, and was told that "Someone is going to stand up to you and teach you a lesson." But, the mistress didn't believe him.

As it turns out, the servants went behind her back and told a knight to come and find this Mistress and bring her to justice...

It was on that first day when everything would change.

This knight was strong and masculine like a horse, with the nerve of a Viking. He found the Mistress, threw her against the wall and for the first time showed HER what it was like to be bossed around like she had been toward her servants. He had even dangled her above a bridge with alligators below to bring about her death-sentence, but the mistress had to agree to travel with him in order for her life to be spared.

The knight arrested her, and had taken her away from her little home. From that moment on... she knew she would never see her home again.

J

A crazy story unfolded after that.

The knight (or at this point, the canine guard) felt he was in danger and leaped out of their transportation carriage and left them on the side of the road. It was then she realized this canine didn't know how to survive. She told him how to get food from the kind folks in a small town of RV Park, when they encountered a simpleton that yearned for an opportunity to leave this town and see the world. The canine took pity on the lad and let him journey with him and the mistress.

They made their way to a bridge above a railroad, and the canine attempted to jump onto the train, however, the mistress slipped and hung over the edge of the train. She clung onto the side for her life, feeling that death would take her at that very moment. When she looked up she saw the canine Knight standing above her, extending his paw toward her, urgently beckoning her to take it. The mistress angrily rejected this chance, when the ladder she clinged on fell out of place. The road passed by quickly underneath her and she raced back to safety on the rear of the train.

But, her guard was still stuck. He was in danger. The mistress made her best effort to save him but kept being flanked by the little runt they had recently... um... "adopted"?
More or less, they were all knocked off their mode of transportation once again... but had luckily survived.

J

The mistress was caught around a tree and decided to climb up and taunt her canine guard from the high branch she stood on. She angered the guard a great deal and made him bark and yell repeatedly. This apparently caused a chain-reaction to the town's people (who weren't as kind as the last) and they arrested BOTH the guard and the mistress and put them in the back of a carriage, separated... by only one wall. The shackles that the mistress had been in were taken off of her for the first time since she had left home. She and the canine guard remained in those cells until sundown.

Several attempts to break out had failed, and the mistress once again voiced her annoyance at the guard for bringing her on this useless journey. For the first time, she knew now where they were headed... to a place where they were to be sold to humans, and those humans were not likely to care for such a rugged, filthy, scrawny little... mistress like herself. The canine insisted he would get them out of there...

But, the mistress knew better. They weren't going to escape.

The canine next to her, however, made so much ruckus trying to escape she was worried he'd kill himself. She waited for him to stop, but he wouldn't. This greatly annoyed her for about an hour.

J

Suddenly, the cell next to her fell completely silent. One crash, but suddenly she heard nothing but the cling of a loose cell door.

The mistress scratched at the wall, calling the guard by name. "Bolt! … BOLT!" No answer came. The mistress began to panic. "Bolt, can you hear me?" She scratched at the wall and... and...

…. and I was alone.

I'm just gonna tell it straight now.

They took the mistress... or ME, to the shelter. I was shivering in that cell for about 30 minutes which felt like 30 years. I cannot believe the canine that had taken me all this way would suddenly disappear so quickly. I wondered if he was even alive out there. Why? How? How did he escape! How could he have possibly opened the cage?

For the first time I could remember, once I was taken out of the truck and thrown into a cage on the inside, I had started to cry. I cried for... probably 2 or five minutes, but hey, I STILL CRIED!

But, that was just it. Nothing else lay in front of me. Humans were gonna walk right passed my cage and not even give me a sideways glance because THAT'S who I am. Worthless. And I knew it! I knew how worthless I was, but of course I would never admit that to anybody. My reputation matters to me, and if they knew how much I hated myself, they would take advantage of me, and I can't boss anyone around anymore (boy do I love to do that!). But, instead... I'd be treated like a Cinderella. Something I've always been inside, but never wanted to be treated the way I looked.

But, who cares. It's all over. Everything I ever had was thrown away, and I had nothing to do but stare in this corner... the corner of this cage, maybe hoping one day a screw would come loose and I could push the wall open and be free. If I had claws I could loosen probably any screws, or nuts, or bolts and break out of here no problem.

Did I say bolts? … No... Bolt is gone. I made that clear already. I know this because he HAD no reason to bring me on this journey. I'm the kind of individual that only appears into the lives of others, and disappears just as quickly and meaninglessly. … I lost my Knight. My knight in shining... um... white fur. My canine guardian. Ha... my watch dog. My WHATEVER, he was gone. I stood there in the cage, and I knew where I was headed. Straight to my grave without a purpose. That's where I belong.

"Mittens?"

My ears perked up. It couldn't be!

... "Bolt?"

J

I would tell you the rest of the story, but you already know how it is. We journey across America's plate of waffles, I teach the lousy canine how to be a dog, he abandons me in the city of lights, and the RUNT convinces me to go back, lah de dah de dah...

But, ya know... … the mistress turned out okay after all. She was granted the privilege to actually live in the Knight's palace with him and his queen, Penelope. She went to the groomer's barber place and for the first time felt like Cinderella in that beautiful white dress of hers. My fur was fixed and became clean, I was combed and brushed. And I was given this beautiful decoration to wear around my neck to prove I was a member of Queen Penelope's family.

Yes... I had found myself a family.

J

And that is where my story ends. Thank you for your wonderful attention, and I hope you one day can find your true happiness as well.

I now have everything I've ever wanted. A home, a family, a collar around my neck, and my Knight in shining white fur sleeping just across the royal bed from me on the other side of the queen.

I had found my palace... I had become the princess of my own life.

I had found my happily ever after.

_THE END_

J

You gotta admit... happily ever afters are pretty brainless.

What makes me angry the most... is this is how I WISH the story ended. I wish everything was as good as I described it to be. I just... wish...

... Wishing is a dangerous thing.

End of Chapter 1

Thank you for reading.