Then...disaster! War broke out, bombs everywhere & explosions in the sky. Dad said something about fire-bon night but I'm not stufid and it's been more than a night. At last walk time I have to hide or run away upstairs.
Saturday was SO awful-major fighting and bombing. I was panting, dribbling, shaking and Just when it could get no worse....it did! Mam thought it would be a good idea to wrap a scarf around my ears so I couldn't hear the bombs. (DUR! sensitive ears can hear through wool) I just shook, driffled, panted and looked like a prize doofus! Thanks mam!
At about 9:30pm i sang a song to my family, it was meant to take my mind off things but they laughed and made a joke of me going on x factor!
Here is my song,
happy fire-bon night!!!
Baby i'm a firework
make uz gan geet berserk
you make me pant and froth
like a geet big sloth
up and down stair all night
these fireworks are ...
scarf wraffed round my lugs
look like a total mug !!!
WOOF!
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