Creative Writing: The Fast And The Furriest

The day before our ball adventure, Jessie is as energetic as ever. “Woof , woof,” barks Jessie, and I say, “Hi, boy, I can’t give you any food right now.  It’s 4:00 a.m.  Go back to sleep.”

While all the dogs are obeying there owners, the only dog that isn’t listing to his commands is Marley, an hour into the class Marley did something horrible and was soon kicked out and not returning to training. John and Jenny had no idea what to do next they both thought raising a dog was going to be so much easier than a baby. They were running out of options on how to make Marley a calm dog. Jenny then said “it’s time to neuter him” John totally disagreed but it was the only option left. Once Marley was neutered he calmed down just a little, he was not such a crazy dog and he respected his owners more. Marley still had his moments when it came down to being crazy, when he saw the mailman or there was a thunderstorm, other than that Marley turned out to be a good dog. Marley got more protective over Jenny when she was expecting her first child, he began to watch over her and knew what was going on with her. Marley soon understood that he had to be a good boy with a baby in the house if not he was in trouble.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

“Cromwell,” roared Kevin in a praising tone. “Would you like to go for a walk?”

Right then. Let’s begin, shall we? So, in the mornin’ I goes to Elwell’s room; I typically find the dame with a bunch a little brats. She’s usually teachin’ em something or other like vowels and all that cal. I never getta work with her mornin’ group; the brats usually screw off before I get there. After ‘at, a group o’ wee little brats come in – first graders, I finks. “Right there, mate?” I always ‘ear from the little rug-rats ‘fore I tell ‘em we gotta get goin on the class. So I gives the brats their white boards ‘n there marker ‘n there erasers and such. Then I reads ‘em a list a little o’ words with vowels and stuff.

As children they all grew up wanting to be the best and felt the need to continue to do so. After asking this Bell then questions his older brother Mad Dog if he realizes that this is affecting his wife. In shame Mad Dog begins to cry because he realizes that it is hurting her and says he hates seeing her brake down. Like his wife, their mother also shows disapproval and

And finally news had broken out that the puppies have been born and all 101 will be up for sale in the next week. My plan was in motion. Horace and Jasper offered to help me steal the new born puppies along with the two dalmatians. I felt uneasy about the plan but intended to follow through. I was not going to let Roger and Anita win. Horace and Jasper had brought their enormous van and I prepared the the blankets and cages for the newborn puppies. The day had passed and the night had come. Horace and I found out where the lovely couple lived and learned where they left the spare key. Under the mat. How ridiculous. Anyone could easily break in, how unlucky. It was midnight when Horace and I snuck into the house. We took both Pongo and Anita’s dalmatian Perdita. Both were fighting my grip and barking so we had to put a mouth restrainer on both of them. I was not leaving without my Pongo. The puppies were cooperative, we gently took them and wrapped each one in a blanket then placed them in the cages.When all of the dogs were safely secured in the back of the van we began to drive away. After 20 minutes of driving I asked Jasper to pull over. I opened the back of the van to check up on the dogs.

While walking down the hall to gym class Little Johnny, who constantly bothers the students, trips Little Jimmy on purpose and then laughs as Little Jimmy begins to cry. Little Johnny continues to poke fun at Little Jimmy during gym as well.

“Damn it, Millie, shut up and leave me alone” thought George. “I'll get up when I'm good and ready. Just shut up and leave me alone!”

The teacher who had no idea the kids were standing at his door was well known throughout the school. The teacher had the nickname of Mouse which everyone knew. He had a very high pitch voice for an adult. Everyone knew him for the wrong reasons.“I remember when I didn’t hit puberty for a while so my voice was high and squeaky, but this was a grown man whose voice was very high.” Troy Etchberger said remembering his old teacher.

Prior to the school bus’s arrival Gracie she encountered an unknown student entitled Bobby at the standstill. After they boarded the bus it continued along its route until it pulled up at the primary vestibule. Without delay the students went on a search to locate their classroom that one may unite with this year’s classmates and teacher. Gracie and Bobby were both in Mr. Romilly’s class. That day Mr. Romilly’s students had pleasure that day. But Gracie didn't. During lunch someone spread grape jelly on her pencil case and she felt furious. When Gracie took a stride

“Good job, I’m proud of you.” Howie acknowledged Kevin, whilst he grabbed his hat to go work outside. Kevin smiled and opened the door. He left it ajar for his father, but took off down the street to go and get started on his new job with Cromwell shadowing him.

"Dad!" Kevin screamed forcefully. "There is a discount for the training, in the newspaper!" Howie was disappointed in Kevin for still trying to persuade him on the dog training. "Let me see that." Howie insisted. He read it,

“Why should I, you little idiot?” I round the corner. Shoved up against the lockers is Timmy; my brother. Standing over him is Chris; who bullies the less popular kids. In Chris’s hand lay Timmy’s lunch box and binder. I feel heat swirl in my chest. Timmy, who is one of the nicest guys I know, is getting picked on because he is considered a “nerd” at our school. I look around. There’s a few onlookers, but none of them are stepping in to help Timmy. Chris grabs some carrots out of the lunchbox and tosses them down the hallway. With a snicker he says, “fetch doggie.”

When he got up Greg was still working and told him “Hey get back to work because I so far have done like all of the work” Fred sat up right away and furiously said “You have done all of the work? No you have not I have and I took a nap because I am working way harder than you.” Then Greg and Fred got into this huge argument about who did more work.