‘The RULES’
“Alright, Bally boy. Listen carefully. Rule number one. No barking. Number two. No running. Number three. No licking. Number four. No touching anything. Number six…” Grandma went on. She did not want Bally to do any of the things he did last year at her house. Bally yawned as grandma went through hundreds of rules.
“Got it, Bally?” Grandma asked, after her two hundred and eighty-sixth rule. Bally was already half asleep. “GOT IT BALLY?” Grandma raised her voice at the poor innocent dog. “Yes, yes…” Bally said, awakening. Right after that, we took a long shower and got ready for skiing. All of us were so excited. We looked forward to it, although Ell nearly fell off a steep hill two years ago, while she was skiing with Granddad.
Soon later, we got our skies on our winter boots. Everyone was ready, except for Bally, who had to stay under the chair the whole time. “Poor Bally,” Ell said. “Not poor, deserved! He deserves to be down there,” Grandma said, crossing her arms. All of us were sad, except Grandma, but were soon happy again as we went down a steep hill with our skis.
Everything was better when it was morning break time. We ate bread with hot chocolate that dropped to our chest. “Yum! Grandma you certainly are great at this,” I said at top voice. She smiled.
We went home, with a shock. Bally was angry. He stood right in front of Grandma.
“I had enough of the RULES! I had enough of…”
‘The RULES!’ and Grandma nearly fainted.
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