More Stray Stories

It’s evening in a city where the sky has gone a dreadful shade of grey from smoke. Amongst the dark factories and dreary office buildings there is a dirty, damp, dump. Where a white, stray dog searches for food to fill it’s empty stomach in the pale moonlight. The stray comes across a very busy motorway. It does not know how dangerous the road is. It crosses slowly, maybe limping, across the motorway. Halfway there then....BANG! The dog lays there on the road. Another dog sees the motionless body lying on the road. The dog drags the body to the safety of the woods. The other dog took care of it well. It brought things for it and they both slept together under the bright, glimmering moon that sat upon the star-lit sky like crystal orb on a velvet cushion encrusted with diamonds. The next morning, the sky was a pale grey. A bright orange butterfly danced in the air in front of a single stray and a ghost of a dog still lingering on this very earth. By Francine It was a dark grey day. In the large city their stood a rubbish dump. It was a dark damp dump with many stray dogs, and one dog named Boris lived there. He was looking for food to keep him alive for just a bit longer. After awhile looking for food Boris set off for a midnight walk. When something stopped him it was a huge four lane motorway. Trucks and cars zoomed past but luckily Boris made it across safely. But another stray dog named Doris also tried to cross the busy motorway. He had made it half way when SPLAT! A large truck had come and ran Doris over. Boris saw this and ran like lightning to save little Doris. Boris yanked Doris’s lifeless body off the motorway. To the fields in the country side. Doris lied dead, but something strange happened under the full moon. Doris came back as a ghost. Boris and Doris slept happily under the full moon. The next day Boris and Doris played and chased butterflies . By Ronan

Stray, by Oliver It was a dark night. The owls were hooting in the large oak trees. Stanley the dog was on his way across the raging motorway to get to the hill where he rests his skinny body. After a long day of finding food in the dump he felt good as he slept the night away. He woke thinking about where he will start his long search for food. He walked lazily down the hill and on to the motorways curb. Unaware of the hazardous dangers that await him as the crossed the motorway he took five wary steps then SLAM! Stanley was out cold. Meanwhile another skinny brown dog called Rodger he heard Stanley’s call of distress and ran to the rescue when he had reached the dog he pulled Stanley to the side of the road. Rodger brought food everyday till Stanley got better. But sadly nights passed and Stanley got sicker and sicker later that night Stanley died he was as dead as a dodo.