Once upon a time… a dog named Kibbles strolled around to find a home. It was a sweltering July day. However, weeks elapsed and there was still no one who would take Kibbles.
“Why won’t anybody take me into their arms for love and care,” Kibbles asked.
Then one day, a father and their kid saw Kibbles lonely and afraid. How could they ever ignore such a helpless animal?
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, can we please take him,” asked the daughter.
“I don’t know; we have to ask Mommy first,” the dad told his daughter.
“Please,please, please………..,” the daughter begged.
Dissension over what to do, the Dad finally decided.
“Ok, we’ll take the dog; we just have to hide him from Mommy,” the dad said.
The next day, Kibbles felt like he was being lionized. The
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In addition, he wanted to start crying. Then the dad came into the room. He was shocked to still his daughter crying.
“What happened?” the Dad asked.
“Daddy! “I don’t think I want to keep him anymore” the daughter said.
It was a bizarre thing he just heard.
“But why?” “I thought you wanted a dog, that’s why we worked so hard to hide him from your Mother.” the dad said frustrated.
Then the door opened, it was mom.
“Honey, I can explain,” the dad said nervously.
“Why is there a dog in my daughter’s room?” the Mom said in a state of anarchy.
“ Well…. we found him wandering around the streets,” the daughter said.
“Honey, how could you bring a dog in the house without asking me!” the Mom said, frustrated.
“I didn’t know if you would allow a dog in the house,” the Dad said.
“Well do you want to keep him?” the Mom said to the daughter.
“Oh yes, I promise I’ll take care of him.” the daughter said with a relief.
“Ok then, you can keep the dog,” the Mom said.
After what kibbles heard, he was relieved that the mom didn’t kick him out. Although there was madness going everywhere, Kibbles couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with his new
The other Wes Moore written by Wes Moore is about two completely different life stories that have completely different outcomes. Two young men with the same name, lived in the same neighborhood, yet they chose two different paths to walk through life. The author chose going to school and getting an education. The other Wes Moore chose the path of drugs and alcohol. Each Wes had events that help shape the path they would walk on through life.
“What are you doing here?” She heard her mother hiss angrily, “My husband is not
"Where are my parents?" She asked Sam's dad when he walked in the room, a rifle in his hands. "Where are my god damn parents!" She screamed when he didn't reply.
“Yeah and i'm dropping yall of at the park later on, and y'all better watch my kids!” Mom demanded.
“I heard my mom talking to someone on the phone about my Dad... and that I might be targeted because of him.”
“I always felt so sorry for her. She has no family just that large house and of course those animals. She must have a dozen cuts, and I don’t know how many dogs, but she’s always bringing them in for me to check.”
“Stay inside, son,” I said sternly. “Where is he, Cal?” I was impatient. I wanted to get rid of this dog so it wouldn’t attack the kids. A small breeze passed by.
“Maybe he’ll take him to the doctor,” Austin said. “If you called the sheriff, do you think he would put him in jail for being so mean to the dog.”
himself. The woman next to him asks, “Why are you crying?” He sniffles, “I’m just so happy. I
“Mandy, your dad and I have something we need to talk to you about.” Being the bright-eyed eight year old I was, I would have never suspected what was going to escape my mom’s lips next.
“It’s not your fault,” my mom told me. “It’s the pet store’s. They didn’t tell us if he had any certain condition and they probably didn’t have him tested for any illnesses at all recently.”
I shoot their yelping little dog to make my point. The little boy who is holding the bleeding dog starts wailing and the mother goes hysteric.
"I'm so glad your okay" Elaine spoke wrapping up the things from the first aid kit.
“No … get the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.
“No … the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.