The Mysterious Night

Authors note:  this piece of writing is incorporating the word choice skills in to a retelling of the first big main event of my book the mysterious incident  of the dog in the night time.

     It was 12:07pm. The dog was lying in a big heap on the dewy lawn in front of Mrs. Shears house. I squinted through my glasses that were slightly fogging.  It look as if the dog had been stabbed with a garden fork.  I shuffled diagonally across the street towards Wellington. When I got to the yard I crept slowly through the grass.

      Once I reached Wellington. I plopped down on my knees the grass sqishes under me  and I closely inspected him.  The garden fork was penetrated deep through his body and into the earth.  I let myself caress his head, it lulled down onto my lap. I slowly guided my shaky hand along his body and onto his muzzle. It was still warm and wet. My hand was cover in wellingtons blood, I didn't like that it was blood, but I did like the color.  I smeared the blood on to my wrinkled gray shirt and when that was sopped with blood I quickly wiped my hands on my blue flannel pajama pants. I saw Mrs. Shears scurrying  out of her house and down the stairs of her back  porch.

     I stood up quickly and my flannel pants started to blow in the wind like parchutes. Mrs. Shears was yelling at me, accusing me of killing wellington. I didn't like people yelling at me, especially if they were wrong accusing me of something I didn’t do.  She yelled, " you killed him, you killed him get out of my yard go home ,go home!"  she was screamin like Edvard Munch's painting, The Scream. I wouldn't leave not with wellington dead. I liked him too much when I wouldn't t go she continued to yell. Her night gown blew in the wind. If looks could kill, the look she gave me as she called the cops would have killed me.

      After 10 mins of watching Mrs. Shears  cry and scream at me, two police came.  They  stride from their car to the grass. I was  happy, I liked police . They were easy to trust. As the one cop talked to Mrs. Shears    , the other walked up to me and asked me what happened . I answered I didn't know . He must have not believed me because he put his hand on my shoulder and he said 'common son, the truth please."I don’t like people touching me so I punched him square in the face.

 

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