Too
Old to Play
My name is Snoopy and I'm a puppy
dog.
On a rainy April afternoon I saw a bunch of
little kids playing by a strange narrow looking house. But then
that didn't bother me. I just decided to run away from my owner
and play with the children. We started playing games and I decided
to stay with the kids instead of going back to my boring old owner
who doesn't like to play. When the children's mother asked where
they got me from they said they stole me from the Soolook family
because they didn't have a dog to play with. So my little new
owner named me Snoopy.
As I got older they made me sleep outside where
it was cold and scary. So I started howling really loudly hoping
someone would come and get me. But when a strange women came out,
she said, shut up! So I looked away from her and lay down and fell
asleep until morning came.
In the morning when the kids came out, I was
happy again and started barking. They came over to me and gave me
some morning dog food. It was gross because it was mixed with
different kinds of food. But I just ate it really fast so I
wouldn't taste it. But it filled my stomach up. Then I lay down
for awhile and took a nap. A little later the children came over
and unchained me. I felt really happy and started running around
in a joyful way. I wagged my tail and licked the childrens'
mouthes and noses. As I got older the kids took walks with me on a
chain instead of setting me loose because they thought I might run
away. When we came back from the walk they tied me up, and I was
lonely because they didn't play with me anymore. I guess they
thought I was too old to play with. Once in awhile they brought me
to the airport though, so I could protect them from bears and
other animals.
Marshall
Cultural Atlas