Hello my dear friend.
I want to tell you a very interesting story.
It's happened many years ago.
When I was at the age of 10, I found a puppy on the street.
He was all dirty, skinny and hungry.
I decided to take him home.
Naturally, my parents were against pets.
I put him in a box and hid it at the table.
He lived with me for about a week.
I called him Lucky.
I fed him, looked after him, played and walked him until my parents were at home.
Once Mom heard a strange squeak, it was the puppy.
She did not find Lucky.
But I had to take it to a shelter.
I missed him very much.
And after a week my mother brought home a puppy.
And what do you think?
It was my puppy!
Lucky !
And he lives with me so far!