The Anzac Puppy
Back in 1914, I was walking along the sidewalk when I came across a box. I saw that it had a dog in there. I picked up the dog and asked the lady next to the box if it was her dog, she replied “yes”. I asked the lady “what is the dog’s name?” she said “her name is Freda and my name is Lucy”. I replied saying “what lovely name’s. “Thank you” she said. As I was walking with the dog. I shouted to her “I promise that I will bring Freda back”. When me and Freda got to the trenches it was very misty and frosty for a few seconds , then it was boiling. When me and Freda got onto the battlefield all we could hear was rumbles,grumbles,bullets and explosions, it was very noisy.
Two or three weeks later me and Freda were still alive but my friends weren’t. Right now Freda was my only friend. I was depressed,lonely,sad and frustrated. When me and Freda were on the battlefield Freda had to watch me squat,crawl and crouch. When the war was over I delivered Freda back to her owner safe and sound. 
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