The Nip of Warning

Freckles:

I had to let it know that I was aware of its treachery. I needed to make a point. I did it in the only way I knew how. I could kick or I could bite. I chose biting. I decided I would give it a warning nip first, more of a nibble. It would know I was angry and would realize that I had the ability to hurt it if I chose. It would think twice before crossing me again!

The high-voiced one gave me a frightful sneer and then held its paw down with a luscious treat to tempt me. I pretended to run for the treat, but veered at the last minute and nipped one of its feets. Aha! I had hit the target. I had nipped my warning.