by Jessica Lynn Lovelace

Created on: May 17, 2009

Mr. Elliot

My story begins in late fall when the last of the leaves fall to the ground.

Bo-ring.

My story begins in late fall with a crisp wind that

Snoring.

Will you just listen?

But it's boring.

Girls! Do either of you want any milk and cookies?

Yummy.

Anyway, it begins

In fall and leaves fall and wind blows, I know.

Oooooh! Anyway, a couple, an old couple, hold hands as they walk down a broken sidewalk in their thick, black coats because of the cold wind outside.

Why old people? They smell funny.

A couple walks down the sidewalk

Apples, juice, you need something healthy to keep you strong.

I'm allergic to apples.

My story. The um, the, where was I?

A couple, duh.

Right, they are carefully walking down a broken sidewalk with their warm thick black jackets wrapped tightly around them when suddenly out of nowhere this huge, gargantuan Doberman

I love Dobermans. My auntie has one that always curls up by me on the couch and I pet her and sing to her and she licks my face and

Ahhhh. Quit interrupting. The Doberman is mean, not cute and cuddly.

No.

Fine. Fine. Fine. The dog is a Rottweiler.

You don't have to get snippy about it.

So, this huge

Are you kids still hungry?

No, mom we're fine, anyway, this huge gargantuan Rottweiler jumps in front of the couple and scares them both to death.

What? Kills them? No, why can't the dog be a nice dog?

Because it's mean and dangerous.

The dog should be nice. All my dogs are nice. Why can't that dog be nice?

Fine, just ruin the whole story. Have it your way. The dog jumps out of the bushes because a mouse bit its tail and it snarls out of pain. He then apologizes to the couple for upsetting them and helps the wife pick up her husband who has collapsed on the ground. Pleased with his manners, the couple invites him to supper. He declines, however, because he has an important dinner date with the President of the United States who is flying all the way from central Africa to see him.

That's silly. Why would a mouse bite a dog's tail? This is what happened. The dog dances in the front yard and trips over a toy left by his stupid brother. He falls in front of the couple. He makes a horrible growl because he scraped his knee. The couple helps him up and tells him he's a good dancer. He blushes and tells them he's in a play. 'Which play?' They ask. 'The best play in the world.' He says. And they go to his play and cheer and yell and clap and think he's the best Little Red Riding Hood the school had ever seen.

What? Are you kidding me?

It's true.

No, it isn't.

Yes, it is.

No! It isn't.

I saw it.

You did not.

I did too.

Girls. Both of you are wrong. The dog jumps out of the fence (chasing a cat) and knocks down the couple. The owner runs out of the house to yell at the dog and help the couple to their feet, who are fine, but trembling. Both are terrified of dogs now and haven't gone walking since. By the way Jane, Mr. Elliot's escape artist dog is fact, not fiction. Be more creative.

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