Tessie We were moving house and dad asked me to help him sort out all the boxes in the storeroom. I hadn’t been in the storeroom for aged and wondered what we would find. One wall was line with shelves, stacked with boxes almost to the ceiling there where many other wrapped up objects of different shafts and sizes. Dad opened the boxes and rummage through them. I moved over to a wooden box and was just about to lift the lid when it toppled over. Everything fell out into a heap. Be careful!’ shouted dad, There may be something fragile in there Then I saw it! My heart began to pound and many knees began to shake. It was a rubber ring. It had belonged to my beloved dog. Tessie. She died two years ago. I was only four when we got Tessie. I chose her from among other puppies. She was my best friend. Although she had a basket in the kitchen she would creep up to my room at night and sleep in the bottom of the bed. If I was cold she would snuggle up next to me. Tessie could do anything. She could beg and sit and shake a paw. I taught her to fetch things. One Christmas, I bought her rubber ring. I wrapped it up in shiny paper and place it under Christmas tree. She played with it every day. Tessie would wait at the front door went she knew it was time for me to come home from school. She would howl the painting with the rubber ring in front of her. If didn’t play, she would howl and wouldn’t stop until did. In the weekend we would take the ring to the playground and play four hours and hours until neither of us could run anymore. Then one day Tessie fell ill. She didn’t wait for me by the front door anymore and she didn’t want to play with the ring. I tried to encourage her, “Come on, Tessie. Come and play.” Seemed out of breath she couldn’t walk very well and she wasn’t eating properly. Mum and I took her to the vet. The vet shook her head and told us that Tessie was really sick. There, nothing they can do for her, ‘mum whispered to me. I went to the room where Tessie was waiting and said my goodbyes I felt her warm fur for the last time on my face and then I ran outside and cried….. “What’s the matter, son?” asked Dad. He put an arm around my shoulder. We all miss her, ‘said Dad sadly, ‘She was a good dog, a really good dog. I nodded and put the ring hack in the box. What kind of text is that?

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Tessie

We were moving house and dad asked me to help him sort out all the boxes in the storeroom. I hadn’t been in the storeroom for aged and wondered what we would find. One wall was line with shelves, stacked with boxes almost to the ceiling there where many other wrapped up objects of different shafts and sizes. Dad opened the boxes and rummage through them. I moved over to a wooden box and was just about to lift the lid when it toppled over. Everything fell out into a heap.

Be careful!’ shouted dad, There may be something fragile in there

Then I saw it! My heart began to pound and many knees began to shake. It was a rubber ring. It had belonged to my beloved dog. Tessie. She died two years ago.

I was only four when we got Tessie. I chose her from among other puppies. She was my best friend. Although she had a basket in the kitchen she would creep up to my room at night and sleep in the bottom of the bed. If I was cold she would snuggle up next to me.

Tessie could do anything. She could beg and sit and shake a paw. I taught her to fetch things. One Christmas, I bought her rubber ring. I wrapped it up in shiny paper and place it under Christmas tree. She played with it every day. Tessie would wait at the front door went she knew it was time for me to come home from school. She would howl the painting with the rubber ring in front of her. If didn’t play, she would howl and wouldn’t stop until did. In the weekend we would take the ring to the playground and play four hours and hours until neither of us could run anymore.

Then one day Tessie fell ill. She didn’t wait for me by the front door anymore and she didn’t want to play with the ring. I tried to encourage her, “Come on, Tessie. Come and play.”

Seemed out of breath she couldn’t walk very well and she wasn’t eating properly. Mum and I took her to the vet. The vet shook her head and told us that Tessie was really sick.

There, nothing they can do for her, ‘mum whispered to me.

I went to the room where Tessie was waiting and said my goodbyes I felt her warm fur for the last time on my face and then I ran outside and cried…..

“What’s the matter, son?” asked Dad. He put an arm around my shoulder. We all miss her, ‘said Dad sadly, ‘She was a good dog, a really good dog. I nodded and put the ring hack in the box.

What kind of text is that?

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