The Deadly Dog

Note: this is a Non-Ficton story

THE DEADLY DOG /1

            One day I was riding my dad’s skateboard around my neighborhood.  As I was passing a house that had a black camper, I got a weird feeling.

“Creepy,” I said, but it really wasn’t that creepy.

As I was passing it, there was a little dog just barking.

“All dogs bark,” I said to myself. I didn’t notice the open gate…

When I was done skateboarding, my legs were a little tired so I decided to walk home.

So when I passed that house again I saw the same dog barking but this time something different happened then before…

The dog ran out of the open gate and stopped right in front of me!

I froze with fear he kept growling at me. I felt like a mouse going up against a cat and I was the mouse! I dropped the skateboard and ran. I screamed like a weasel getting chased by a monkey. I was terrified.

                                                                                                                                                And when I went back to see if he was gone, he was gone.  I peeked behind the house…

And there he was! Barking at someone else! I grabbed the skateboard and ran as fast as my weak legs and frightened body could carry me!  I ran straight home.

And if you’re wondering how does that make him deadly well let me tell you another story about my big brother and his experience with the deadly dog on the next page.

THE DEADLY DOG/2

            One sunny day, my brother Noah went the store right by are house on his bike.  And the dog ran out at him and he road as fast as possible to get away. And the dog caught up and was up by his pedal.  He tried to kick the dog to get him to go away.  And he did.  So you think he’s deadly now?

And that’s the deadly dog

THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO

NOAH MY BIG BROTHER MYSELF AND THE DOG FOR GIVING ME SOMETHING TO WRITE ABOUT