Then when I looked out of the plane window, I almost fainted. Now, the reason that I had almost fainted was because my dog died. I thought he was playing dead at first, but then he said "Bye bye". I was surprised, surprised that my dog spoke. The little puppy that I got a month ago, also started talking.
"He's gawn, buddy. Now I'm you fav dawg?" Now I was really scared. My favorite dog died-only 21 years old-in dog years!
"No, you aren't my favorite. I still prefer him." I responded. Now, I was going to sell my puppy.