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 Prince the king (version 2) Prince started out to be a mean dog, but I got used to him and he got used to me. Well, not speaking for my friend and cousins. My sister wasn’t very fond of him, either. There was a time when Prince and I did a stunt. It all started out on a very good week. I was walking in my house (My friend thinks it looks like a hotel) after lunch, taking a peak outside the door. A surprise to me occurred that I saw my dog going down to the dog cage. My gardener, whom was fond of Prince like me, looked at me and stopped before he opened the cage. I found a glad smile and picked it up and put it on my face. I ran with delight and talked to him, ”Who’s a good boy? You are, yes you are!” He started to jump up and down while barking and self consciously. I raised my hands and we danced. My gardener started to laugh, clap, and stomp his feet. It was a hot day and I smelled the smell of fear. My face was ready to create an ant tsunami, my skin (hands) was ready to prepare the scratches and kill the blood, and my heart felt it ran (8 sideways) miles. His claws were unbearable; I could hear the sober dripping on the floor getting ready for a flood. I was afraid but happy because I can finally relate to Prince. I realized something sad in bed; it was that I wanted a puppy. Not a munching, growling, BIG dog. But still I like Prince and I never want to leave him. Anyway a dog and a puppy needs too much responsibility, but any way I think I have the right dog. Article posted November 12, 2008 at 05:08 AM • comment • Reads 321 • see all articles |
About the Blogger I am a smart kid who likes sports. I am into reading. My favorite food is pasta or pizza and computers is one of my favorite subject. Poetry is fun for me to express my feeling and I like to run around and play. Latest 10 Comments: |
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