THE DOG

In the grand and luminous morning, a Sch-noodle squatted on a porch; staring at the shining sun. His back is as straight as a smooth desk. His fur is extremely curly and as gray as the clouds. His ears lay straight up, listening for the slightest sound. It's tail moves snail like from side to side. Whenever his chocolate brown eyes stumble upon an animal, he follows it. When the animal turns and stares at the dog, the dog starts growling. He gets in running position. Then he sprints off into the warm wind and tall grass, chasing after the animal.

By: Annie K. Archuleta