[Jack was with his owner sky star, her dark brown hair swishing through the wind her purple shirt with white lettering saying '72' long to her waist and her black sweat pants and her black boots pointing out like a stick out of water, jack was done getting brushed so he raced to the wildness, the woods and in there was a meadow there was trees providing shade and bushes along with berries and Apple's, a little old cottage, which belonged to an old man frozen (you) and Jack always stole carrots