The Missing Dog

By Courtney , 5th Grade, Loyola Park After School Program
True Stories

I was putting away groceries with my mom. And my dog was outside in the backyard.  Two seconds later I cam outside and my dog was gone.  The witness was the garbage because it was the only thing there.  Sounds kind of weird doesn’t it?  Am I right or left?  So back to the story.  I don’t know who stole my dog but I have a feeling it was uhmm, ahh, well okay I don’t really have any idea but it was stolen and I know it but what I don’t know is who would have the nerve.  Maybe a whale.  Yep, it was a whale.  The same one whale that who stole my underwear yesterday.  Okay, enough with the horrible jokes.  You can laugh.  Some things like that don’t faze me.  Now really I do not know who stole my dog.  So (I’m) looking (at a) guy by my house.  He admitted it and he said he sold it.  But I’m kind of scared of him, so I don’t say anything.  That’s the story of my missing dog.