The Big Story

Hi, my name is Sammy.

One time I wrote a story and sent it to the newspaper.  It was fun. 

I wrote a story about my dog.  He was famous when his story was published.  My mom and dad got mad.  They got mad because people came over to the house to see my dog and to get his paw print.  Mom had to make lots of lemonade and coffee.  I really liked the cookies.

I was happy.  I liked it when some cars parked in our driveway and blocked the garage door.  My big brother could not get his bike out.  He wanted to go for a ride with his friends.  He was mad.

My mom was mad.  My dad was mad.  My brother was mad. 

I was happy.  I laughed and laughed.  My dog ran all around the yard barking and wagging his tail.

Mrs. Rankin, the next-door neighbor lady got mad.  Then her husband got mad.  People parked  their cars up and down the street, and blocked the neighbor's driveway.  The next-door neighbors could not go the movies or to the store to get milk and bread.  Mrs. Rankin came over and yelled at my brother and then at my dad.  Everyone was very mad.  My mom started crying.

I laughed and laughed.  My dog ran over and licked Mrs. Rankin's foot.  When she screamed and jumped, he ran all around the yard in big circles and barked at all the noise and at all the people. 

When it got dark, people stopped coming by to see my dog.  My mom and Mrs. Rankin started walking around the house and talking about flowers.  My brother and dad went inside to watch football.  Mr. Rankin went to the store for bread and milk.  I went upstairs to write another story for the newspaper.  It was a fun day.

The feature editor at the newspaper called me this afternoon.  He said my new story about my family and neighbors will be in Saturday's Special Edition.  The story is about how everybody got mad when my dog was famous. 

I am very happy today.  My dog is outside running all around the yard and barking.  I think he knows when I'm happy.

The End

©2006 Jim Sutton