Neal's Version

We got a puppy about a month ago.  Her name is Bikky.  Our Dad picked it off the street.  It was cold and wet when we got it.  Next morning one of our neighbors brought another dog that looked like the first dog.  We named her Cookie.  They were sisters. 

Then one day while we were at a picnic, we gave Cookie a piece of meat.  There was a bone inside and she broke the bone.  One piece got stuck in her mouth.  Our Dad took it out.  The next day she wasn’t eating (we didn’t know what was going on at the time); she was vomiting and spitting out saliva.  That day we went on a trip to a city called Osh.  While we were gone, we let someone else take care of them.  Unfortunately, she couldn’t eat.  She went without food for three days, and on the third day, she died.  We think she couldn’t eat because a piece of bone was stuck in her throat from the picnic. We were sad about her death but we still have Bikky.  Recently Bikky got sick by eating some rotten food.  Her intestine got swollen because of that, but she is better now and I’m glad that she is.

Yohan's Version

About a month ago, my Dad picked up a puppy from the street.  I was inside when it happened.  But my brothers were there.  The next day our neighbor brought in the same looking dog.  We took that one in too.   My Dad said they were both boys.  We decided to name them Pal and Buddy.  Later when we went to a picnic with my parents’ teacher with our dogs, our parents’ teacher said they were both girls.  So we named them Bikky and Cookie.  Then we went on a trip.  We left them.  When we came back, Cookie was dead but Bikky was fine.  Bikky is living with us now. 

Audrey's Version

We have a dog named Bikky.  It’s a girl.  She’s very greedy and spoiled and does not eat rice.  My dad picked her up from the street.  After my dad brought her in, my dad washed her and my dad blow-dried her with the blow dryer.  It’s funny right?  Bikky is so big and heavy.  We had another dog that looked exactly like Bikky.  But she died while we were away on a trip.  Her name was Cookie. 

Minu's Version

About a month ago, we got a puppy.  We saw the puppy in front of a house.  Our dad wanted to bring the puppy into our house.  It was wet and cold.   Then my dad asked my mom, “Should we bring her in?”  My mom said, “ Sure, as long as you and the kids are going to take care of her.”  That night and the next morning, we gave the puppy a bath.  One of the neighbor’s boy brought another puppy that looked just like the first puppy.  They were sisters.  We gave the second puppy a bath too.  The first puppy had smooth hair and the second puppy had rough hair.  The first puppy we named Bikky.  The second puppy we named Cookie.  That day we went to a picnic.  We brought both of the dogs.  Then we gave one bone.  They were fighting over that one bone.  We got one more bone for the other dog.  Both had one bone.  Both of them were trying to eat the bones.  Cookie broke the bone and one piece got stuck in her mouth.  So she couldn’t close her mouth.  Our dad took the bone out of Cookies’ mouth.  Then we ate and then we went back home.  But Cookie became sick after the picnic.  She wasn’t eating well.  While we were at Osh, we left the puppies at someone else’s place, Cookie didn’t  eat those three days and on that third day, she died.  When we came back, I was very sad.  The other kids were too.