Personal Narrative : A Short Story

44) Sam felt guilty because no one in his family has ever been given such an opportunity . He feels he could be helping out at home

2. Scott’s dog waits every afternoon in the front room for Scott to come home. He knows when he hears the garage door open, Scott will come in and take him out

Mrs. Cooper told her it was a type of writing that Sam could feel called braille. Cally tried to remember how Mrs. Cooper touched Sam’s fingers to talk to him and tried to talk to him with touch, Sam smiled. Mrs. Cooper gave Cally a sheet of paper that had the deaf-blind alphabet with pictures of how to do touches. Cally learned how to talk to Sam using touch. Sam and Cally played outside and the silver-grey dog appeared again and Mrs. Cooper knew that the dog belonged to someone. Cally’s father saw the dog and was angry, he told Cally they are not keeping the dog. A homeless man named Jed came for the dog. Then, Jed saw a picture of Cally’s family and told Cally, she had her mother’s eyes. He went on to explain that a year ago, he was at a scene of an accident and a woman had this puppy and asked him to find her family and give them the dog. The dog was finally home. Cally noticed Sam was not there anymore and went to find him, his swimming bag was missing. Cally ran to the stream and saw Sam in the water, she jumped in to help him but didn’t have the strength. She pulled him to a stump and she knew she had to speak to call for

I ran and ran till the shouts of the men died down. I swung the door of the stables with so much force the hinges all most came of. I sank to the floor and cried my eyes out, for today I had lost a best friend. I continued sobbing until the rustling and pattering of little feet could be heard. One of the puppies Lennie cared for was peeking from behind the hay. As I stared at the little guy, I remembered how excited Lennie was to care for the puppies. He even stayed in the barn with them to watch over them. I smiled as I reminded myself of the kind, caring person he was. All he wanted to do was to tend the rabbits. I still cannot believe I killed him, but Slim was right if I hadn’t done it he would have been killed by Curley, who wouldn’t have had any mercy on him. As much as I wish Lennie were alive right now, next to me, I know it's for the best. He couldn’t have gone on living like the way he was. He would live a life without ever remembering people important to him and he would have to move all the time because he couldn’t control his strength. I wouldn’t want a life like that for

Mack begs Doc for help. Miraculously, the dog is healed. Mack is so appreciative, he wants to

They reunite happily and Tim learns that Sam has decided to reenlist. Tim Implores that he shouldn’t but he realizes that arguing will not change Sam's mind.

I dropped down next to him and later my head on his shoulder. “He was a strong, handsome little boy,” Sam whispered into the night, “he didn't deserve to go like that. He should grown up, gotten out of this place, and made a better life. He should've had better… he should've had better.” As he spoke my eyes grew damp.

He ran away, having fun zooming down the hill towards Happy Acres Camp where he came across a watch dog named Sam. He soon escaped from Sam through his legs, ran into a gopher hole, where the gopher chased him out. He was terrified when he ran into a family of cats, but managed

“Been working for days now. And look…. And they keep running off. You remember that meeting? How everyone was going to work hard until the shelters were finished…. All day I’ve been working with Simon. No one else. They’re off bathing, or eating, or playing.”

“It will be fine! Don’t worry so much Max!” Just a minute later Sam was wrestling the muddy pig. Sam’s Face hit the mud hole with tremendous force. As he wiped the mud from his eyes Sam heard his brother loudly pronounce, “You are going to be in big trouble when we get home!”

"Wait a minute," she said. "Let me out. You get in first." She meant that he was small enough to straddle the drive-shaft hump, in the middle of the seat, between her and Dan, but when she stepped outside the Buick—even for just a second—a hailstone ricocheted off the roof of the car and smacked her right between the eyes. "Ow!" she cried, holding her head. "I'M SORRY!" Owen said quickly” (125).

"The dog fell off a cliff and landed in the lake, but he's okay." I swear the dog gave me a dirty look. From my place in the back seat I could see Dad looking at me in the rearview mirror; his eyes told me he knew there was more, but he never asked.

What are they doing?” I think to myself again. Two of the ghastly people I noticed while we turned onto this street are walking toward Ben’s car. I lock my doors and continue to panic. I can hear guys yelling at Ben, threatening him. The longer we sit here and the louder the men at Ben’s window become, the more obvious it becomes they are not sober. This fact sends me into an even deeper level of stress. At this point it becomes abundantly apparent that my car is a rag top convertible. “One of these guys could easily come cut my roof open and get me,” I think to myself as my stress and fear completely take over my thoughts. I can barely breathe at this point. I still cannot figure out why Ben is still sitting here, and why he does not just drive away. They are telling him to get out of the car now. I knew had a bad feeling about this little

“Ok, let's get you and Karl some food.” Kathrin replied, “I have the same kind of dog at home so we will have a nice place for Karl to sleep and lots of food too.”

I didn’t think that anything was wrong. So, once again I was wrong. I got in the car and asked him why he looked so depressed. He gave me a certain look, and I immediately knew what was wrong. It seemed as in an instant I broke into a screaming tear. No, my dog is not dead, well yet anyway.