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There is always one creepy house on the street, this house is Mr. Frazier. I need to find a way to sneak in to Mr. Frazier’s house alexander said. Maybe I can use dads ladder to climb in to Mr. Frazier back window. Alexander climbed up to the back window. Bing pow boom bark bark bark! Alexander falls down the ladder. I have to find a way to get rid of those dogs. How could I get rid of those dogs? I got it! Maybe I can buy food for the dogs and that will get the dogs to like me. Mom can I have five dollars to buy candy with my friends. Yes but make sure you be mind full with your money. What she does not know is I’m getting dog food for house. What should I buy? Should I get the five dollar bag or the one dollar bag. I think I should buy the five dollar bag because the bag holds more dog food. …show more content…
I got home and there she was in the living room. I thought she was going to work today. So I snuck up stairs to my room, when I got to my room she called me down stairs. Alexander! I went down stairs thinking about a lie to tell my mom but I couldn't think fast enough. Alexander, what did you buy from the store she said. Ahhh. I did not know what to say. I bought candy. Alexander dont lie to me she yelled. I got caught lying to my mom. I end up on punishment. Ok I have to come up with a new plan. Tomorrow when mom goes to work that's my opportunity to sneak in to Mr. Frazier’s house. Ok mom are you going to work tomorrow? Yes why she said. Haha because I have surprise for you. What time will you be home. Five o'clock. What can I do for mom? I can clean up her room, no i can wash the dishes. Alright time to sneak in to Mr Frazier house. I hope mom did not hide the dog food. Yes I found it. Ok time to sneak in to Mr Frazier house. I hope Mr Frazier is not home. bark bark sh sh here here some dog food sh yeah good dog good
Have you ever wondered what your pets are thinking? Personally, I wonder all the time. I purposely mess with my dog to see how he reacts. Well, now you can at least get an idea of what they are thinking. The humorous short story, ¨A Conversation With My Dogs,¨ by Merrill Markoe is about a dog owner who is having a conversation with her dogs Bob and Stan about how they follow her around everywhere. The author is attempting to portray the thoughts of dogs when communicating with them. In this instance, the owner is confused about why they want to follow her everywhere. This short story is a high comedy that uses witty humor and situational irony to make the audience laugh while giving the lesson.
Mr. and Mrs. Villari were talking a walk, when the dog from Mrs. Slack’s house jumped
“Momma!” I whined across the room, “I’m starving.” She always hates when I whine at her, I do it now just to grind her gears. She was lying on the couch so I laid my head on her lap and naming of foods that sounded good to me.
Arriving at Lacey’s house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, “Lacey,” I called to her, “my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?”, “Sure,” she replied, “do you mind if my cousin comes with us?”, “Of course I don’t mind,“ I answered, “but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use ‘til noon.”
At first I didn’t realize she was talking to me, but as soon as I did I replied with “I feel like sitting here”. She then said, “I don’t want any dog eaters to sit next to me”. I was astonished when she said that, I couldn’t believe my ears. I was angry, because what she said was so absurd.
Old Mother Hubbard is the most innocent person on the block. But one early morning she was robbed! Who would do such a thing to an innocent person. Luckily the local detective was in town. His name was Davis a black 30 year old male. By the time he got to the scene he had his stuff ready to go. First he finds the only people that were in the house at the time. The suspects are Johnny her grandson, Drew her husband and Kesha which is her helper around the house. “Once the suspects are gathered I will start the questioning them if they know who stole the dog bones,” Davis said.
One day my owner pulled me out of his pocket then turn me on with his thumb then said, “blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah ,then i said turn back two blocks turn to the right then your your destination will be on your right then he put me back in his pocket but he forgot to turn me off.I tried to keep my mouth shut but there were so many questions to answer the then fell asleep then i woke up to hearing to sliding glass door are we home i whispered then i heard logan stomping on floor i’m home i whispered but i didn’t hear derrick then peeped out of my owners pocket we're not home i almost yelled then the oldest boy got curious then looked at me i pretend to be off then he
I had to get on the phone and say in an adolescent voice that was not very convincing, “This is Mrs. Tan.” And my mother was standing in the back whispering loudly, “Why he don’t send me check, already two weeks late. So mad he lie to me, losing me money. And then I said in perfect English, Yes, I’m getting rather concerned. You had agreed to send the check two weeks ago, but it hasn’t arrived.” Then she began to talk more loudly, “What he want, I come to New York tell him front of his boss, you cheating me?” And I was trying to calm her down, make her be quiet, while telling the stockbroker, “I can’t tolerate anymore excuses. If I don’t receive the check immediately, I am going to have to speak to your manager when I’m in New York next week.” And sure enough, the following week there we were in front of the astonished stockbroker, and I was sitting there red-faced and quiet, and my mother, the real Mrs. Tan, was shouting at his boss in her
As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the car, the questions began.
When my sister neglected to charge her MP3 player, she unknowingly evoked a drastic change in my life. Car rides to the distant land of Toronto were difficult enough, but without music playing softly in our ears, the one hour drive soon becomes a one hour torture session. But that fateful day, when on route to a wedding, I decided that conversation was perhaps the best substitute in situations such as these. The consequence of this decision came soon and swift when upon complaining of our lack of breakfast variety, my parents suggested we stop by a grocery store. However reasonable this suggestion was, I swear my heart skipped a beat. Or two. Possibly.
One dark day Mary how is this Mary well she a 21 year old how lives out in banff she’s 5 ft 6 has rainbow hair moved out to banff after her mom died and her dad left her when she was one. But anyway back to the story Mary thought hey why don’t i go for a walk all take Mac’s with me. Mac’s is my dog he is 4 month old and he is a silver lab. Where to go where to go hey why not climb the mountain.Will stay the night in a tant what do you think Mac’s ya i think it’s a good idea to last go 4 heures later. Mac’s? Mac’s? Mac’s? where are you Mac’s.
At around seven o’clock, I heard my mom page me to come downstairs. “I just got a very interesting call from your principal, darling.” At this point, I was in tears. “Mom, I swear I didn’t do anything! Please don’t yell at me! I found it. I didn’t steal it. I promise. Please believe me!” I sobbed and sobbed as I put my hands into my face. I knew that I was going to get the bad end of it. “Sweetheart, I’m not going to yell at you. I understand that you found it. You just have to give it back if it’s hers. She said that it was hers, so just give it up.” My mom sounded subtle, and I started to understand her. “What am I supposed to do?” Just the thought of having to give it back hurt me inside. I know that I didn’t have it for long and that it wasn’t mine, but I found it. “The principal will call you down tomorrow and you can give it to her. Now go upstairs and get some rest.” I turned and walked upstairs to go to bed. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. But when I finally did, I fell
“I have to tell my parents, but thanks,” I said before I closed the car door and walked to the front door of my house. What was I going to tell them? I knew my mother was going to be furious when I told her I let some boy into the house when both her and my father were out.
...y brother and took the dog out. I jumped into the shower and did a fast wash. I ran to my bedroom to get dressed and took a quick look at the clock. I had plenty of time. I got dressed, and I even changed my shirt twice because I could. I went down for breakfast and the coffee was ready. But, I was alone. My heart started racing. In my hurry to get ready, I did not notice that my mom and brother were not up. “Oh no”, I thought. I dashed to my mom’s room and yelled, “Get Up, Get Up!, you need to hurry or I am going to be late for school.” My mom looked at me and said, “Why are you in such a big rush today, when normally I cannot get you to open your eyes at this time?” I yelled, “Hurry or I am going to be tardy and get suspended.” My mom just smiled and pulled the covers over her head. As she did that, I could just hear her say, “Trace it is Saturday.”
It was around eleven o’clock at night, a loud noise from downstairs awoke Mr. Seems from his peaceful sleep with a startle. Mr. Seems was a corner store owner for over twenty years and lived in the apartments above the store in his hometown of Brooklyn, New York. As Mr. Seems walked carefully down the dark staircase, which was lit only by a single beam of light that came from his flashlight, he reached the back door of his store. He took a minute to place the flashlight in his mouth, grabbed the keys, and unlocked the door. Then he grabbed the bat which he brought with him, and he busted through the door with a scream that would have caused even the least jumpy to jump back with fright. But as the man looked