The next day I hear the door bell ring. Yah! It may be Russell, lacy, Betzy or even Ella! Instead I see that black cat that I met yesterday. I felt bad abound calling her stupid.
"Oh look if it isn't Stinky"
After hearing that I wasn't sad I called her stupid. I thought of the worst insult I could think of.
"Well at least I am not Smelly"
Wait what? Did I just call my self not Smelly, but my name is smelly and I am smelly. I wondered what she would say next but I new it would be mean, so instead I jumped up on her owner maybe he would like me?
"Oh hay there boy he's so cute, and fluffy"
Bam! I was happy again, and I didn't care about the horrible looks I was getting from that "smelly" cat.
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Smelly
RandomSmelly is a story about a stupid and smelly dog that can understand humans, and cats. One day he meets a cat and the story takes of from there
