ne morning I woke up. My dog was on my head. So I flipped off my bed and my dog said."Why did you do that?" You can talk Little Bit. Yes, I can talk. "Hi how has your morning been going?" "Who said that?" "I did." Your a cat Big boy. "Was that you? Pretty girl was that you too? Or was that mow?" "It was me Big boy and me Mow, and me Pretty girl. Well at least I can take my shower. Wait! "Do you talk?" Why of course I talk. "Warm water please." Ok. Ring Ring! The telephone. "Are you going to answer me?" OK. I said. I sat down at the table. "Hey, get your food off me." "Who is that?" The table is talking. Great! Then I found out my school can talk. I went home and found out my books talk. The next day everything was normal.

The End

Story by: Emerald, age 9