Mondays and Magic
Leopold Heskia Age 12
Dogcko I was a little boy, and I wanted a dog. Today was my birthday, and I got so much stuff. The last present was big. I opened the present, and there was a weird dog. I asked my mom what that dog was, and my mom told me that it was a dogcko. It was orange and yellow and black and white. It was so cool, but I was angry because I wanted a real dog, not a dogcko. “I hate those, and I hate you, Mom. I don’t want something like that. I am going to call you Weird Bob. You stay here ok?” I said. Yes, I was finally out of my birthday party! “Who is licking me? AAA! Stop licking me! Wait, how did you get here so fast? Oo right, you’re a dogcko. I hate you so much. I don’t like things like that. You stay here ok? Stay. I told you to stay. You’re not my friend, OK, you’re my enemy. OK, go now.” He was sad, and I told him to come. I didn’t want to leave him. “Come on, let’s go home.” We went back home. “Hi Mom, hi Dad.” Dad asked, “Why did you say ‘I hate that’ to your mother? It’s not really nice to say to your mom, OK?” I said, “OK, Mom, sorry.” She said, “That’s OK.” “Let’s go. Welcome to my room, Mr. Weird Bob. You sleep on the floor, and I sleep on my bed. Mom, can you help me climb my bed please? I need help.” Mom said, “No.” I was sad. Then my dogcko helped me reach the bed. “Thanks.” He was nice, but then he started to be cold. I decided to let him be in bed. “Hey, Mr. Bob, I mean, Mr. Weird Bob, come up here. You can sleep with me if you want to.” He went up to my bed. I decided to call him Mr. Bob. He said, “OK, let’s sleep.” The next day, he was on top of me. That was funny. “Hey, it’s time to wake up.” He did a really big poop on my bed, but I wasn’t angry. It was so funny. “Mr. Bob let’s go, we’re going to eat.” So we went downstairs. “Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad,” I said. “How is your dogcko?” Mom asked. “Good. Can we just eat please, Mom? I am hungry.” “OK OK OK OK,” says Mom.
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