Starting over again one more time ... this time following my fiction desire and writing very short stories. An attempt to get 50 words without really trying. ...
Our Move from France.
We came with a dog (un chien) that we thought would love America. He hated it. I suppose there were not enough pretty girl dogs for him. So, one day he ran away and got lost. He was very frightened and sad when our neighbour’s dog, who happens to be female found him and helped him find his way home. Our unhappy dog changed his mind and is now in love with Babette, the neighbour’s dog, he now loves America … too bad we leave tomorrow.
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