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The only trouble with pets.
by Terry
My dog’s name is Fluffy. I call him Fluffy because he fell in the dryer when he was a puppy and his fur got all weird and fuzzy. Kittywitty, my cat, I found in a dumpster on a vacant lot. She’s real skinny and white and has a long nose, and my dad says she looks like a ferret. But she’s real neat and does these neat tricks like rolling over and sitting up – like a dog does. But she’s a cat. This is what makes her neat. I have a bird, too. Named Pepper. We keep him in a cage in our den. One time, when I had him out playing with him, he got loose and made a mess all over the house that smelled bad for a long time.
My pet turtle’s name is Floyd. I named him after my favorite uncle, who kinda looks like a turtle himself. We got him at the five-and-dime store. He stays in a plastic bowl we keep in the kitchen window. He loves the sun and stretches his neck and legs way out just like he’s sunbathing. He sleeps a lot, and sometimes it’s hard to tell If he’s dead or alive. I had another cat, but he got run over by a United Parcel truck. I buried him under a rose bush. That’s the only trouble with pets. You get to like them a lot, and when something happens to them, it makes you real sad.
Source: Cedar Park Middle School
Maureen Adams
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