BOLT and the CHICK

Write a story about a puppy that thinks he's a baby chick.

Dear Allie,

I’ve herd you got a new dog named Molly.  As you see, I’m a dog.  I don’t care if you don’t love me any more.  Although it is king of stressing.  I am moving away. To the farm and there I will train to be a sheep dog.  I have the huge ability to read, write, and bark and most dogs don’t do that.  See ‘ya.

Senceirely,

Bolt

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“Allie!  Its Bolt!  I forgot to mention I can TALK!”  I yelled.  The bonus about the farm is bacon.  Oh.  I forgot to tell you.  I’m Bolt.  “This is stressing.  I’m tired.  But I can’t stop running!  Its the bacon!  Its too tempting!”  I said just to myself.  “All the dogs run away.  I LOVE YOU BOLT!”  Allie yelled.  Or that’s what I thought she said.  Before long my legs felt like jello.  Thankfully I was at some mile away farm.  It was the closest one I could find in the farm website I downloaded on my doggie pad.  When the farmer saw me, I was not a sheep dog.  He saw me liking the chicks.  Okay!  I do like chicks.  You do have to admit, chicks do have everything.  There yellow, cute, fuzzy, smart, (in a way) and  yellow.  Why not hang out with the cool kids.  Wait, goats are kids.  So where was I?  Oh yes.  So I was moving in with the chicks and oh man!  I forgot to pack my lugage!  Where would I potty?!  Where would I do my art?!  But I got used to it.  Every now and then Allie would come over.  I enjoyed hanging with the chicks and boy did I like Molly.  Do I have anything else to tell you.  Nope! guess I don’t.  See ‘ya!

Senceirely,

Bolt

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