Dear Diary,
Today was a fun-packed day! Around 8:15 AM when Zuzia left for school I snuck outside into the beautiful fresh morning. It was humid. I walk down the steps, past the table, and right by the wonderful smelling mint right into grandma’s (Zuzia’s mom) garden with roses and whatever kinds of plants she has.
The dirt under my paws felt good, nice and moist. I sit down thinking of what should I do. Just as start daydreaming I hear a strange noise. It is Cinnamon the neighbor dog. !Pop! An idea comes into my mind. I love spying… I hate dogs! Perfect!
I should spy on Cinnamon. I snoop into the front yard, hiding behind trees whenever Cinnamon looked, thankfully my fur is as brown as the tree bark so I blended in perfectly. Cinnamon is on a walk with her owner. I climb a very high tree and I go completely to the top. I peek out and see Cinnamon walking right past me.
I get ready to pounce and scare Cinnamon and her owner on 3! Three, t-, oh c’ mon! Zuzia is running home from her bus stop. I must get home before Zuzia comes!
Zuzia would not want me to be outside because I have not finished my kitty-school assignment. I must sprint back home. So I do. I go through the open window and close it once I enter. Just as I lie down on the couch Zuzia walks through the door. And my day outside is over.
The End
Love your story… sneaky Cinnamon!
Well, the dog’s name was Cinnamon, my name is Purrito…
When will you write another diary entry, Purrito?
Waiting patiently for the next adventure narrative