HELLO! My name is CHICKIE!
My brother Tipper is telling fibs about me. I’m really the good one. Mommy can tell you, ’cause she tookeded pitchers of me doing it!
Mommy giveded us saucers of salmon juice, and I only eated one of them. Tipper was sleeping and didn’t come when he was called, like I did, but I was good and didn’t eat bofe saucers full.
So then we bofe got a treat, and got to take Mommy and Poppy outside for walkies. Mommy put harnessessess on us and leashes, and Tipper tookeded Mommy and I tookeded Poppy, and we went outside and walkeded them around. We were habbing fun, but a car went past and Tipper and I got SO SCAREDED! I wanted to go in really bad, and Tipper climbed up the front door! But Mommy didn’t get a pitcher of that.
Tipper: And then we went in, and the “good girl” wouldn’t let me sit on the cat tree.
Well, but that’s my SPECIAL PLACE!
And then Tipper went and took a nap, while I helped Mommy make the bed.
And here’s me:
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What’s your favorite fing to help out wif?