A Pony Story

Hi my name is Alexander, and I am 10 years old. I've wanted a pony all my life, but my momma won't let me get one, unless I get the money to pay for it myself. I'm trying to find a way to come up with the money, but I just can't figure out how.

Well, it was summer, and I was walking through town with my dog, Bruno. We were on our way to go to my uncle's shop. When Bruno, naturally, started treeing a raccoon. I had to go get my uncle's gun from his shop. When I got the gun I had to try to find Bruno, it wasn't that hard, all I had to do was follow the sound of a barking dog and a wild raccoon. When I found them, I shot the raccoon, I didn't know what to do with it, so I just took it to my uncle's shop to see if he wanted it. As soon as we got to the shop, I asked my uncle if he wanted an dead raccoon. He told me no, but you can sell the fur from the raccoon for .50 a piece! I was so excited, I went to the market right away. When I got to the market, the market person said, " you got yourself a mighty fine raccoon here, boy. I'll give you .50 for this beauty. Well, back then that was A LOT of money. I said, "yes", and I took the money, and ran strait back to my uncle's shop.