Gracie Spotted Cow

It was a very windy weekend. The leaves were falling, blowing across the road. My Mom was driving me to a surprise, but I couldn’t wait any more! I had to ask!

“Where are we going?”

“Dad has a surprise waiting for you at my office,” mom answered. “For both

you and Liam to share.”

I wonder what it is, I thought.

When we came to a halt, I jumped out of the car and saw my dad’s car come into view. He stopped the car and got out. He was holding something that touched the ground.

I could see my dad holding a leash with a cute dog that was very small. She was black and brown. And when I say cute, I really mean cute.

“Woof!” said the dog.

“Are we dog sitting?” I asked.

“No,” Dad replied. “We’re keeping this dog.”

“What! Really?” I said.

“Woof! Bark!” yipped the dog.

“What is her name?” I asked.

“Gracie for short. Her REAL name is Gracie spotted-cow. ” Dad replied.

Gracie is still alive. She is brown and black. She can roll over for a treat and stand on her hind legs for human food. She can also, give the irresistible pitiful eyes. (It never works on me, but works on dad.)

She LOVES chicken. Why do I know this? When we were dog sitting 3 dogs, at dinner dad crumbled up pork chops and put them in the dog bowls. (Yes. He is a sucker.) While dad was doing this, Gracie ate it ALL!

Above all, she will jump up and lick you to death.

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On a Friday Night

I went to a church. I was bored to death. I saw my friend who was talking to his girlfriend. I started to snoop on them to hear what they were talking about. All of the sudden, someone pushed me in the door. I turned around and saw Bryan scowling at me. The next thing I knew I was hiding in the hall where they were. When they saw me I took a step back, and I tried to hide. Bryan came through the door, and I started to run from him. Then his girlfriend ran after me. She did not catch me. After they almost caught me it was time to go. He tried to slam me into a wall. I was saved by my mom yelling for me. Bryan said “I’m going to get you one of these days.” That’s the last day I am ever going to a church function … well, at least I won’t go when Bryan’s girlfriend is there. 

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My Pathological Fear!

My pathological fear is snakes. It all started like this. One day when my mom and I were coming home from the store we saw a snake. It was probably 6 feet and 8 inches long. It was on our back porch. My mom screamed. When my mom saw Rick coming to his car my mom asked “may you kill a snake for me?” “Sure” he said. He picked up a big rock and drop it on it tail. Then he dropped a rock on it. Then he left. A few days later there was another snake. It looked like the one Rick killed. It was light and scaly blue. My mom ran to get Rick. She brought Rick. After he saw the snake trying to get in the back door he said “when he gets finish trying to get through the door let him go. He probably just got stuck. So let him out. The snake slipped out and got away. So that is why I am scared of snakes. I think one might come through the back door and bite my mom or me.

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Taming the Monster Ride!

Hordes of people filled up the maze to the Windseeker. Screams of horror filled the air and drove into my ears. As I got closer, the ride got bigger and bigger. We finally got to the front of the line, and sweat dripped down my neck. 

When I got into to my seat I was terrified. I locked my seatbelt. When I heard the click I knew there was no going back know. The machine roared, and I was scared to death. The ride jolted, lifting me in the air, spinning round and round. 

Why did I get on this MONSTER! 

As I shot around the bend, I saw my mom smiling at me. 

She’s crazy! She wasn’t brave enough to go on this terrifying ride. Why does she think I’m having a good time? 

We were so high I could see the other rides in the park. It felt like I was 100 feet in the air. I closed my eyes. I thought it would help, and it did. 

When I got off the ride I was relieved. I couldn’t believe I made it without barfing!