Hi,
Let me make this known. This is not my dog, this is not my picture. I have used this picture for my story.

  "Come on, Kiki! Let's go outside," Abigail opened the door to the leaf-filled back yard.
  "Ruff, ruff!" Kiki barked as she ran outside. "Kiki, fetch!" Abigail flung a stick across the yard. Kiki bounced after the stick.
   Kiki chased the flying stick into the woods as Abigail sighed.
   "She'll never find that stick in the woods," Abigail muttered. Sure enough, ten minutes later, after Kiki looking for the whole time, Kiki bounded out of the forest with a leaf in her jaws. Kiki ran across the yard and dropped the leaf at Abigail's, her mistress, feet. "Kiki, that's not what I threw," Abigail laughed.
   "Ruff!" the poor dog barked.
   "Oh, Kiki, let's go inside." Abigail said. Kiki whined. "What, Kiki?" Abigail asked her dog. The dog went over to a tree and pawed at the trunk. Abigail looked up into the tree and saw a bird with a broken wing. "Kiki, stay down," Abigail commanded as she started to climb the tree.
    When Abigail reached the branch the bird was resting on, she removed her jacket and gently lifted the bird into it. Then she carefully descended the tree and carried the bird to her father, a vet.
   "Dad, I found this bird in a tree!" she called to her father.
   "It has a broken wing," Mr. Harrison said.
   "I know that. Can you fix it?" Abigail asked.
   "I'll try putting a splint on it, but I hope you understand, if her wing mends properly, we'll have to let her go free," Mr. Harrison explained.
   "Yes, Dad."

   Several weeks later, Mr. Harrison and Abigail walked into their backyard and let the bird free. Abigail crouched down next to the bird and whispered, "You are free, it's time for you to fly."
   The bird flew up to Abigail's wrist after Abigail stood up. The bird sat there for a minute, nodded it's head as if it were saying 'thank you', and flew off to the woods.
   "There goes the bird," Mr. Harrison was relieved that it still knew where to go.
   "Yeah, I'm going to miss her," Abigail said.
   "Me too," Mr. Harrison admitted, "Let's go inside."

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There's my story for the week.

Johanna