Happy and Sad Times

It all started on a perfect Saturday afternoon in August, 2006. My little cousin Dillon decided that he was going to swim alone with floats on. He started off perfectly. For about thirty minutes he was in the pool, then he decided to go in the hot tub ( he was tall enough to stand in the hot tub, so he took his floats off ). That was when the perfectly fine day just took a twist. “Whheeeeeee!” he screamed as he jumped in the six-foot deep pool! “Abel, where is Dillon!” my mom panicked as she saw his floats on the pool deck! “Help! Help! I’m drowning!”  he pleaded. Everyone rushed to the pool and they took a sigh of relief, ” Thank God!”  we all said. I will never forget  that day, because that was the scariest day of my life, and his too.

It was a perfect cool day at our house when… Thump! Thump! Thump!

“What was that?” I asked my older cousin Adam.

“I don’t know,” he responded,” but I think it’s coming from the garage,”

“Let’s go check it out!” I shouted.

We went to the garage, and guess what we found… MICE!

“Cool, mice,” Adam said, “let’s get them!”

“Wait!” I shouted immediately, “we should probably ask Grandpa first.”

As fast as lightning Adam and I darted up the stairs.

“Grandpa! Grandpa! Can we capture the mice in the garage?” Adam and I both asked at the same time.

“Yes, you can. First you have to clean up your dog Max’s droppings,” he told us. (He didn’t worry because we’ve had mice before.)

As soon as we went outside… “AAhhhhh!” Adam screamed as he saw the half eaten mouse with its rib cage and its skull showing.

Max had eaten it! I guess that’s why they weren’t in the garage.

I wear a lot of makeup and think people like me. I think people admire me and think I look pretty. People are usually scared of me. I brag a lot and think people like me. Roald Dahl said that I am fat and ugly. I am mean to my daughter. Roald Dahl said I am impolite and rude. My daughter likes to read and is smarter than Mr. Wormwood and I.