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There is a dog in my basement (third grader style)

March 23rd, 2007 · No Comments
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One day I saw a dog in my basement.  His name was jimmy I decided.  He would not quit barking so I hit him with a shoe lace.  That maded him mad so he bit me in the leg.  Then I ran and he followed.  I ran into a pig farm and screamed bacon!  He turned and saw the pigs than he raced to the biggeest juciest scrumsious looking pig and took a bite out of its lower cheeks.  Then he turned his attention to me and farted.  Then he found another pig and chewed on some bacon from him he attacked me and ate my face.  Now I am in The hospatal and he found me.  He ate my leg off and ran.  Somehow he found out how to work an elevator because we were on the 779 floor.  Then he ran to my basment and I died.  OH NO ITS THE END NOT AGAIN I HATE WHEN STURYS END WHERE IS MY MUM.

This is what happens when a third grader writes about dogs.



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