Imitating+Sentences

Her cleats, shin pads, and sweats were in her backpack, slung over her shoulder and heavy with homework. -//Down the Rabbit Hole// His basketball, baseball bat, and soccer ball were in his sports bag, whipped around his back and heavy with sunscreen.

Her leotard, grips, and ankle grip were in her gymnastics bag, carefully put on her shoulder and heavy with chalk.

Then I heard a scrape, a thud, and a yelp. -//The SOS File// Then I heard a crack, a scream, and a bump.

Then I heard a chop, a boom, and a sharp cry.

9/28/09 Let me tell you about something.

Let me tell you about my dog.

My dog, named after my brother's favorite singer at the time, breath the sharp taste of grass, treats, and nature, his fur the color of a 3 Muskateer bar, his yellow teeth, his beautiful smile. His scary growl, scaring away the squirrels, chipmunks, and rabbits. His awesome strength, getting away from the vet. His slowness as he got old, his friendliness as a pup. He left this world as he lived in it, bouncing and full of energy. His crying human sisters and brother, his sobbing mom and dad. His beautiful energy, his "puppy crazies". His wild playfulness and his awesome power.

His scaredness of the hose, the vet, and fireworks. He was a fantastic dog, Chocolate Labrador, loving inhuman brother. His memories will live on in the hearts of his human family as well as his dog one, his fantastic catching a rabbit memories, his prey squeaking in surprise. His human father saying, "Ellen, what's his new squeaky toy?" Thinking that that's all it was, a toy. His beautiful coat, terrible growl, amazing death. His loving sister, me, still mourning that terrible July 9th, 2008... who was asleep and guilty...

Perhaps he is waiting for me in heaven. Elvis...