by
Denise Hunt
ane, was the dog nice? He licked my fingers. I love him. I wish he was outside playing with the rabbit.
I love that dog. This dog's name is Jack. He was a dog who carried lots of packages for people. Once upon a time when the dog carried medicine, I was so happy he carried medicine. I love him so much that he slept in my bed.
Tonight, when mommy was sleeping, I opened my door, and I played outside a little. When I heard the door open down-stairs it was my daddy. I shovelled into my bed so quickly I missed it, and I did't like nights. That's it. Bye!
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