Saturday, April 18, 2009

Little Pooch Fiddlestix

Little Pooch Fiddle Stix
This is a story about a little dog named Little Pooch Fiddle Stix. He was injured in a car accident and had only three legs, but he got around fine and had lots of friends. One of his friends was named Jamie. He was 8 and liked to play basketball. Little Pooch would often watch from the sideline as Jamie jumped real high and bounced the ball real fast. It made little Pooch happy to see Jamie Play. One day jamie missed the ball and it rolled toward Little Pooch. Little Pooch stopped it with his nose and rolled it back to Jamie. The ball rolled right to Jamie's feet. Jamie looked over to Little Pooch and smiled. What a wondeful day for Jamie and Little Pooch. They became best friends and started hanging out together. It was the beginning of Summer and the weather was going to be great for outdoor play. LLc 98.2
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