Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Poor Sparky!

By
More by this author
One bright, sunny day in October,
cleaning the windows and our sliding glass door, my mom was whistling.
Laying aound, Sparky (my dog) was being lazy.
Baking cookies in the kitchen, I was hurrying about.
Sugar cookies burned so I started to get mad.
Stepping on my dog's tail, my mom was coming to help me.
Starting to yelp, Sparky jumped up,
running all over the place with his tongue hanging out.
Deciding to run outside, the silly dog ran towards the sliding glass door.
Thinking the now clean door was open,
he ran into the glass head first!
Dying laughing, my mom and I had a great day!





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback