Hayley's+Stone+Age+Narrative

Neolithic dog I am a dog I was just lifted out of my cage, my name is Fred. I see people reaching for my neck, paws, and especially my back. I think what they are doing is sometimes called petting. I have heard this word many times before. I believe that it means to torture. I am being petted by humans, humans are extremely scary! These people are calling me cute. As anyone I knew or know- I am not cute! In fact, I can be really vicious when I want to be. It doesn't matter the size anything can still do damage. EWWW!!! These people smell like...why these people smell like garlic and tomatoes! What is with these people?

Now I am at a place with my friend Max. We have been friends forever. I just work up, and there is a weird dish of brown gunky stuff. Ewww. It tastes just as bad as it looks. There is no way I am eating this. "Ewww! This stuff is sick!" says Max. "I know. What do you think it is?" I replied. All of a sudden a voice startled me. "Hey! Quiet down over there" said a male human. But this man wasn't alone. Right next to him was a female person! "When do the children get back from preschool?" "In five minutes sharp, I better go pick them up righto now. Get the surprises ready," she says to the man. "Okay, sure thing" he replies. What surprise could they be talking about? Now I know what the surprise is. The surprise is Max and I! I just can't believe the way they are treating us! Now I am realizing that these people are nice. Believe or not, these people don't think that petting is torturing; it's a spa to them. How cool is that! I am so loving it here!