The Missing Toy

One Sunday night me and my aunts dog Fred were looking for his fetch toy he really likes it. First we looked outside were it usually is then we went inside and looked for it in his pen. Then I asked my mom if she saw it lately. She said the usual answer it was no. We went outside again. Then I saw he was sniffing at something. It was a bug. A week later we still hadn’t found it. I asked my ant what was in the attic. She said just comic books. I went to the attic and I saw the toy.


Written by Benjamin, age 8

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