Running with
the Wild Dogs
By Oliver Rogers
For my mom and dad.
I am playing as hard as I can. I see an antelope. I howl lowly. Everyone gathers
around. Ding, ding, ding…and they’re off. I run as fast as I can. Mom jumps on
to the antelope. Dad bites its leg. My friend and I bite the underbelly and pull
it to the ground. Then the feast begins. When we get home, the most disgusting
thing happened. Dad cacks up some meat to give to my brother. Well, good night.
Hello again. Well, it’s a new day with new
adventures. Ahhh! Oh no! Another mom had babies. I hope my mom doesn’t kill its
pups then I would have more friends. A-w-o-o-o-o! Gotta go chase some animals.
ZOOM! After the hunt, when we were walking home, a hunter shot my mom and dad.
He tortured me and poisoned everyone else.
I am Oliver Rogers, the author. Believe it or not, wild dogs weren’t my first
idea. Brett Favre was. But then Mr. Laleman, our librarian, showed me a book
about African Wild Dogs. I was interested so I did some research and they turned
out to be pretty interesting so I decided to write about them.