Tucky Wucky - a Personal Essay on Puppy

Tucky wucky was a puppy. Tucky Wucky loved running in the meadows and swimming in the lakes. Tucky ate big ole bugs and slugs. Tucky had all the friends a pup would want. Why did Tucky run away? Til this day we can't say his name.

Poor Ole Wucky woo woo boo boo. He was such a little booger boy. He fetched and stretched and chased the squirrels. He was such a good little boy. His nose would always run but a cold he never caught. Little wucky woo woo. Bark bark bark bark all day long would tucky bark until his owners came home. Never knowing what he was saying, they always took him puppy playing. He'd poop and poop and pee and pee until he was out and then he would go home again. Woof woof, poof poof, little bugs and slug he would eat until his tummy could not fit anymore bugs and slugs and whistling grubs. Birds he would watch and lilly pads he would eat. Word word word, he would try and read but he is a puppy and could not do so. Then one day he barked to me that he was getting a little pup tired. We walked and walked and he kept barking that he was not feeling well. Then he died and we buried him in the meadow where he used to bark and play and bark and play and bark and play and bark and play. All day all day and night he would wrestle with the bugs and sing to himself and scratch his own belly and cry and weep and smile a sleep and beep and peep and poot and fart and squirt and dart and eat more bugs and pee on bushed and trees and poop on little honey bees.

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