Jump On The Trampoline-Personal Narrative

This morning I woke up and noticed something was different. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, as usual, but when I tried to grab the toothpaste, my hand was a paw. I jumped up to look into the mirror. I was a dog! I sort of freaked out, for a little bit. I remembered that I had told my parents I was going to a friend’s house to get ready for school in the morning so they didn’t think I was home. This gave me time to develop a plan.

I knew I was going to have to find a way to help my parents realize it was me, beneath all of this fur. Because I’m always jumping on the trampoline, I knew they definitely would know it was me. I went and attempted to jump on the trampoline. I got their attention, but they wouldn’t