Thirteen years ago, a puppy was born. The mother and father thought of a name for the dog. They thought and thought and thought. Finally someone shouted out Patchy like the sky. So they called him Patchy. Patchy is black and white. He is cute and lovable and he does not bite.
Three years later, a baby was born. Two years later again a baby was born. Patchy loved and protected the babies. When the babies cried, Patchy got the mama to help the babies.
When the babies got older, they loved Patchy and helped Patchy. They gave him food and water, and patted him on the head, and let him outside.
[I have to leave out the last paragraph, because it gives out the address of my parents' house]
By Kellyanne Lynch
1989
