My First Dog

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October 10, 2007 - 12:05pm — 101

Author:

Dardan

I heard the cry of

The dog

And the “SMOOSH” of the mud,

As I ran towards the shivering wet dog

The sky was filled with grey clouds,

The rain made the soil feel like quick sand,

The thunder was blowing up over me like grenades,

It seemed as if it were raining bombs

I heard the rain pounding against the muddy soil,

The thunder rustling over,

And the cry of

The hopeless dog

As I picked up the dog,

I wondered, where are the dog’s parents?

When was the last time he actually had a meal?

These questions zapped through my mind

After the surprising event,

I felt somewhat like a hero,

And that I did

The right thing

6th Grade Writing Zone