The Magical Dog by Donnchadh

4 o’clock in the afternoon I finally woke up from magical dream. I’ll tell you all about it. So it started of with me. I was walking down through the city. I was going to SuperValu when suddenly a flying dog appeared. It flew towards the beach. I ran after it. I got a shock because the flying dog could also talk. It said which way to the shops it panted. I need to pick up a few sausages and a new squeaky ball. My last one burst and I do like a good chase. Woof, Woof.

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  1. Hi Donnchadh! This story made me smile, especially the ending. I wonder why the flying dog seemed to think the shops might be on the beach, at first. It would sure have been nice if this were a world where dogs could talk and fly – but alas, it was just a dream the narrator had. I like how the dog explained why it needed to get a new ball, as it had a distinct dog-like manner of speech. Very innocent and whimsical, I would say.

    Great work and keep writing!

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