I am a doggy that celebrates my birthday!
I wonder what my presents will be.
I hear my froggy friend crunching the honey ball. It is hard when you bite it,
but when it turns to honey, it is soft.
I see my kitty friend giving me a reindeer toy. It has a coat and a stick.
I want my froggy friend to give me another toy like that, but cooler.
I am a doggy that likes my friends and also likes honey-ball doughnuts.
I pretend that I’m a knight and the fork is my lance and my toys are my enemies.
I feel the healthy food giving me big muscles.
I touch my metal fork. It feels cold and hard and strong.
I worry that an evil master will attack my party and ruin all my fun.
I cry when my friend by accident pokes me with a fork.
I am a dog that really, really, really likes knights.
I understand I shouldn’t worry about having bad toys.
I say, “I should have a better party next time and not worry about presents.”
I dream that an evil monster eats me, but I’m still alive and cut my way out of his belly with my fork.
I try to not underestimate my feelings.
I hope I never die by getting old or getting stabbed by a fork.
I am a doggy that celebrates birthdays and friendships and feelings.