Friday, 4 September 2015

DOG AT THE BEACH

Dog

I am a tiny dog at the beach on a cold and windy night. I am eating sand. The sand taste like yummy strawberry ice cream. CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH.   I  can hear the sea and it goes  SWISH, SWISH, SWISH.  I feel the sand with my paws and I feel the hard rocks and they make my paws sore. I  can see the stars and the moon. The moon is big and white and the stars are small and yellow.  I can  smell the SEA SHELLS.   I am going to stay here FOREVER.  WOOF, WOOF, WOOF, WOOF.

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