The True Story of the Old Lady who Lived in a Shoe

There was an old lady who lived in a shoe. She had so many children she didn't know what to do. There was Bob, Barry, Larry, Mary and who could forget Skippy McGee. Since it was the last day of school Jerry popped a question in his little country voice " in middle school I am a floor above 5th grade. Does that mean Miss Flapper Jack disappears." "Well not exactly dear." the old lady exclaimed with her cackling chuckle. "She will just be downstairs teaching the twins Skippy McGee and Larry." "The old lady gave Jerry a mickleberrey sandwich and Canadian white strawberries and sent him to school with a " Bye, Bye and no bottles of rum, no drinking under twenty one." Then Larry and Skippy McGee came up to the door and their question was different. Not close to the same. They wanted to know If they would ever see Billy Jane ever again. "Well she'll just be at Moshiva. But you should be happy you get to go to S. A. C. Shoe Adventure Camp." the old lady croaked because admission was half off. Then the kids went to school with their fresh Oreo soup which they secretly hate. For dessert they had some liverwurst cake. Then bob walked up going to 2nd grade he had no question but he said "when I am home from school we will spend everyday of summer together again.' Then a toad hopped out and answered nothing but hopped up and down with glee, and flies. Then Bob said "don't forget to feed Gary the fish. Lastly, make sure it's definitely the teaspoons and a tablespoon too. Then with Mary the final child going to Kindergarten she said " What if I can't spell or read better then my friends like Mary Joe, or Mary Anne or even Mary C." "Don't worry sweetie" the old lady said. "They might read better and spell better, but you might run faster or jump higher or learn quicker just relax." "Well in that case goodbye Mommy" Mary said. She ran off so quickly she didn't just stride. Then the old lady croaked out, "don't forget your scoop tart and your apple, orange and pear." Then Mary ran back grabbed her lunch and giggled I forgot. " Well now it's just you and me Barry. Ho ho ho" the old lady laughed it's time for your nap. So she gave him some broth without any bread. She gave them all kisses and sent them to bed.

Because of my dog

 It was a fairly cold day. It was slightly foggy. If you looked out the window you could see quite far until everything became white. Any ways you wouldn’t want to look out, all there was, was sand. Then, there was a gigantic building.

  You would walk inside and it was colorful, radiant, cheerful building. There was grass and dogs and one door, the cages. Each cage filled with dogs massive, miniature, skinny a different dog in a slightly rusted cage. In each cage a food bowl a water bowl and 3 to 4 toys.       

  My dad was walking, but I was scampering quite fast. Then it hit me a rope I picked it up and gave it back to the dog. Before I could throw it he grabbed it. I shot up my hand he licked it. I petted him and at that second my father and the guide came.

   I asked, “What is his name.” Then I saw the card on top of his cage said Eric. Then I asked “are you going to put him “to sleep”.”

  “Yes”, the guide answered like he was going to cry.

    So I shrieked as if I saw a mouse “I want him”

    I waited two weeks for “Eric” and it was so pleasurable the day we got him. I was so blissful and merry that magnificent day. When we got there, there was a lot of paperwork I just sat in a chair and almost had a catnap. Then it happened the secretary left and when she came back Eric was with her.

  My dad asked “do you want to rename him.”

  “Definitely”, I said in a snap. Then there was a silence. “Jake Black, since he’s a black dog and we saw a movie about Jack Black, so Jake Black.” Finally we took him home. We had a tiny car so we let Jake sit on us. His fur was like silk and on his chest he had a white spot like lightning. I had and incredibly good valuable time.

When we got home we gave him something to munch on and he devoured the treat. Then we gave him a lamb. We put it down on the ground. He started moving forward but, instead of devouring it like my sisters dog he picked it up by the ear. He walked around as if it was a kid. We put down other toys. He held the lamb and walked right to me. He jumped on me. It felt like an enormous mountain crashing on to me. With on lick my whole face was wet and he dropped the lamb on my face. Then with two teeth he picked up his lamb and lied his mammoth sized body on me.

  It turned out he wasn’t a year old he was a few months old which was why he couldn’t walk well, so he waddled around a lot. I played with him for about an hour then I watched some television. I sat down on the couch and he darted at me and jumped higher that the couch and landed on me. He reached down picked up his lamb. Then Jake, his lamb and I watched television together.

  A few days later I took both dogs outside I had a Frisbee and a ball. I threw the Frisbee and Maggie my sister’s dog flew through the air jumped in to a wall caught the ball and came trotting back. Then it was Jake’s turn, I threw the ball and Jake sat there but Maggie ran jumped through a swing and caught Jake’s ball. Jake sat there and looked at me confused. That night Jake sat down on my face and rested his body on all the pillows and at that point I knew he was too young to know how to walk, to catch a ball and too young to know that when I push him down to my feet he shouldn’t climb back on my face.

  I was having a magnificent time with both dogs. I threw the ball and it was about to go over the fence but Maggie ran and jumped into the wall and came limping back.

  I opened the screen door and yelled “MOM!!!” She came and helped Maggie up the steps, I petted Maggie.

  Jake walked inside this time it wasn’t at me. He ran at Maggie leaped at her and scratched her across the face. He just kept jumping at her. Later we went to the vet and it turned out that Jake was a one dog family so he really hated Maggie. This happened a lot. Then one day I came home from school and he wasn’t there. He attacked Maggie so much so we had to give him away. Now I still don’t forget the best dog I ever met. (To bad the farmer that bought Jake didn’t tell us where he lives.) Still these are some of the best days of my life, and it all happened because of my dog.