We walked steadily while I read her a crisp page of the bible. The dog had stayed by the tree for the night, well most of it when we woke up the rope was cut and burned. We weren't sure what happened to him; he just disipeared, so we waited for him (read the Bible) because the little girl said he always came back. When he did we walked, we didn't know where we were going but we talked and read a little. Then I paused (on reading) and wondered something I didn't wonder before, " how do you think the rope burned?" I asked the little girl.
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The Lost Dog
General Fictionwell its a story I wrote in first grade and have Been working on latly
