A magical dog had ate some magical grass. It was just one piece but it seemed like a feast. The dog had powers that it could control. The dog could go from big to looking real old. It was odd the things this dog could do. It would even start singing out of the blue. It was unique and something to see except for when he would count to three. As I got older he didn’t care he would sit right there and just stare. I don’t know what he wants do you? The dog wants CCTV Bolton and a pop tart I thought. I was right he didn’t bark or whine all night. He was finally happy from stress. I was so happy because now I can get a good nights sleep.