| August 17
I have just had to most amazing idea for a story.
Okay, okay, I know I said a story was nowhere near as interesting as a bone, but this is different.
A dog is digging in the garden one morning. No, that's sounds boring. I know, a dog wakes up to find that all the bones he buried have come back to life to haunt him. Now thats interesting!
So, these bones start walking round the garden saying, 'Why was I buried? What happeened to my body?' Some of them might even start to band together, make a bone army or something. There's bones everywhere, taking over the world. And only one dog can save the planet.
He's a handsome, proud, noble dog. No fleas! Not this doog. He has a fine, golden mane that glints in the sunshine. He stands before the rampaging army of bones, the last hope of the world. His jowls start salivating. His teeth start quivering.
TO BE CONTINUED..........
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| August 13
So what's all the fuss about books? Huh? Can you eat a book? I ask you. No, you can't eat a book. And they're almost impossible to bury. Believe me, I've tried it.
Personally, I like my owner when he feeds me and he takes me for a walk, but if he tells me one more of his stories I think I'll go barking mad!
What is it with these authors? Why does he have to ask me for my opinion all the time?
I reckon with a name like Bone he should watch out, you know what I mean?
Could be a hungry dog might make a mistake...
In fact, I'm feeling a bit peckish right now. Oh master... where are you?
Catch you soon
Louis.
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