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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