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THIS STORY IS FROM MY LITTLE SISTER BEST FRIEND WHO TOLD ME ABOUT THE PUPPY IN HER BASEMENT.
THE STORIES BEGIN..
WHEN SHE AND ME WE'RE CHILL ON THE SOFA WATCHING CARTOON WHILE EATING CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE LEFTOVER FROM MY SCHOOL PROJECT THAT I BROUGHT HOME THE DAY BEFORE TODAY. ALONG WITH US IS MY 8 MONTH OLD DOG, BRUCE.
BRUCE LIKE HER SO MUCH THAT HE LOVE TO LAY DOWN ON THE SOFA NEXT TO HER. WHILE RUBBING BRUCE BELLY SHE SPEAK.
"YOU KNOW I ALWAYS WANNA KEEP A PUPPY. I OFTEN HEARD A PUPPY LIKE NOISE FROM INSIDE OF MY HOUSE. ONE DAY THAT SOUNDS IS MORE CLEAR AND IT CAME FROM OUR BASEMENT. BUT MY MOMMY TOLD ME NEVER TO GO INSIDE THE BASEMENT. BUT I WANTED TO SEE WHAT MAKING THAT NOISE. IT KIND OF SOUNDED LIKE A PUPPY, I WANTED TO SEE THE PUPPY, SO I SLOWLY OPENED THE BASEMENT DOOR AND TIPTOED DOWN A BIT.
BUT SURPRISINGLY I DIDN'T SEE A PUPPY, AND THEN MY MOMMY YANKED ME OUT OF THE BASEMENT AND YELLED AT ME. MY MOMMY HAD NEVER YELLED AT ME BEFORE, AND IT MADE ME SAD AND I CRIED. I CRIED SO HARD.
THAN MY MOMMY TOLD ME NEVER TO GO INTO THE BASEMENT AGAIN, AND SHE GIVE ME A COOKIE. I'M SO HAPPY.
THAT MADE ME FEEL MUCH BETTER, SO I DIDN'T ASK HER WHY THE BOY IN THE BASEMENT WAS MAKING NOISES LIKE A PUPPY, OR WHY HE HAD NO HANDS OR FEET. "
THE END.
THIS STORY IS FROM MY LITTLE SISTER FRIENDS AND SHE WAS 5 YEARS OLD. I CURRENTLY BABYSIT HER ON THAT TIME BECAUSE HER MOTHER BUSY WITH CHURCH WORK. HER MOTHER IS KIND AND LOVING UNTIL SHE TOLD ME THIS STORY AND I SLOWLY CAN SEE HER MOTHER TRUE SELF.