Patty Schwab's Short Story: When I Meet My Dog

I was walking by myself on Grandview Avenue and found a wallet with $250 cash. No one saw me. The wallet had a lot of credit cards in it. I thought I had better take it to its owner. I looked at the license ID, and the person in the picture was of someone named Patty Schwab. I have never heard of someone named Patty Schwab. I asked a few people walking by if they knew any Patty’s, but no one did.

The owner of a SHOP across the street must have heard me asking about Patty, because he told me that Patty Schwab lived a couple of streets over. I thanked him and stared to skip to Patty’s house. When I arrived at Patty’s street I stopped skipping. The street had a stench that smelt like warm garbage. I went door to door asking for Patty. At the last house I rang the
“My name is Ellie”. “Is it really? My dogs name is Ellie!” I didn’t know what to say to that so I just smiled. “Well I should get going” I said just as I was about to turn around. “Would you like to meet my dog?” Patty called after me. “I really must get going” I started to say when Patty interrupted me, “she’s right inside, I’ll go get her.” I waited outside for about 10 minutes before Patty came out with her dog. At first I thought it was a shaved rat, and that Patty had Alzheimer’s or something, but when she got closer I could see what it real was.

It was a huge genuine pig! I wanted to run, but I was afraid she would release the monster and it would chase me. She set it down for me to pet. “Don’t worry she won’t bite” Patty whispered like the pig was sleeping. I reached out my hand to pet it, and when I touched the multicolored fur it was actually really soft. I squatted so I could see it better. When I sat on the ground the genuine pig licked my nose. I couldn’t believe my eyes, I wanted to take the pig home with me and raise it and teach it tricks and train it to use the