WK 13 A Sense Of Disaster By Ciarán

Sniff, sniff, sniff! Ugh! That reeks.Why do those muts that giants call dogs get all the delicious food and all I ever get is leftovers?

5 days later…

I’m starving. I am so tempted to start eating myself if I could just take one or two bites out of my juicy meaty flesh. Pull yourself together Milly! Whack! Now I’m talking to myself. What the… wait, what is that smell? It looks to be a triangular shaped cheesy piece of food with red circles on it. Gobble Gobble Gobble. Wait a minute I didn’t realise they could fly…                       SQUISH.