From the perspective of Heck Tate.
The dog house is getting more and more boring every day but today was a little more interesting. I was just walking around the cells talking to other sheriffs when the phone rang. It was Atticus Finch my contemporarie to my surprise. I thought to myself why Atticus Finch be calling around these parts. He talked very fast and I was not able to understand. I told him to settle down and repeat what he said. He took a deep breath and said their was a mad dog on the loose. I tried to contradict what he said but I have a job. I told him to calm down and I will be there in a minute.
As I hung up I called out to the other sheriffs and said I will be back in half an hour. I grabbed a rifle from the closet and keys on the counter. I got inside the automobile and took off to pick up Mr. Finch. When he picked me up he said step on it Heck. I did and we were their in less than ten minutes.
When we got there the dog was inconspicuousbut I found him and saw he was limping around all crazy. Mr. Finch was pushing his children inside for saftey as I pulled out the rifle. I looked at how far he was and realized I can't take a shot that far. I passed the rifle to Mr. Finch and told him to do it. He tried to cantankerous but I gave him thee rifle anyways. He had fear in his eyes. I saw him stumbling with his glasses for a while then thought of great peril and then a crack of the gun came. The dog dropped to the ground dead. The kids were astonished of their fathers shooting ability and didn't know what to say.
But even though the kids didn't know of one-shot Finch I knew he was back.
I really like this post.I like how you called the jail a dog house. The only thing I noticed was that your vocab words were not always used correctly.
ReplyDeleteI love how you put what he was doing before the incident. But some vocab words were used incorrectly.
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