Wednesday, August 22, 2012


I’m looking for some food in an old rusty house. I would like to be nice and hot like a fire but it is the wind that is making me cold.  A little wind is not going to stop me looking for food. I cannot give up now.  My family does not love me.  They have dumped me out on the street and abandoned me. I walk to the park.  I am unwanted and homeless. Not the best day for me.  Life is not fair. I am hungry and need some water.  I cross the road and a car comes and hits me and I stay there.

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