The next day after the storm dad made my ears blead. The noise of the pumpy thing I had to stop it. So I barked and grouled. How I barked and grouled. Mum put me in the van. In the morning I got my funny thick jacket put on.
We were at the shore and mum got in the big floaty thing. Thats just not right. Then to my horror I got picked up, no, no I’m over water. I struggled and struggled then I was on mum’s legs in the floaty thing.. The lake was like glass. After a while I calmed down. Still I was very glad to get out.