this is mine story that i write
after the hole big head debarkle, i have decided to prove that my brane is aktully prety smarte even tho mine head is small (which is for the record propotion to the rest of me as i am aksully small!) by exsersizing my developin creativism. dillon is not olny cat in the house holde that is writing stories, exsept i am more of novelist than screamplay.
so here it is, my first ever story:
Ziggis’s Big Day
One apon time there was a small cat and his name was Ziggy. he was a small cat, and maybe a litle smely, but all of him was propotion and just fine. he had nise white fur which was soft like a nise carpet, and on his face and back and tale was a colour like a tastey peechy fruit. that is called flame point tho i thint that termonology is to violint. he woke up in his house which was a yellow house and with a blue roof, and he put on his shose which are 2 paires of very smale treiners. he put on a scrafe becuse it was windy and he did not want to be winded at to mutch. then he wnet out side of the yellow door and on the ground was grass on the ground. the gras was short because he mowed it and it did not get wet on he treiners.
outside there was a tree and on the tree there was 3 aples and he take one of the apples and eat it for brekfest and it tastes crunky like a crunky treat only a bit wet. the tree had a smiley face and he say to ziggy “i am glade you are enjoyin my fruits becuse they are harde for me to make but they are helthy so everone shoulde eated them.”
“thant you four youre fuites mr tree and your work is very good said ziggy”
and then ziggy walk along the strete which was neate and there was no litterings about. on the strete there were bird flying around and other cats and even humanse who were there. everyone was smiling and no body was mean to me.
he arive at the fish monkers to buy a fish for dinner. the fish man were tal and he were a big arpron cover in fish juice and it smelled nice.
he say “the regular ziggy”
“yes”
“okay that wil be three £’s”
zigy got the 3 £’s out of his purse and gave them to the fish man, who gave him a fish in a bag.
just then it was starting to get dark, so ziggy walk home back thru the streat and past al the birds and the humanse.
he coaked the fish in the overn and it smeled deliciouse and he ate it for dinner. then he went to bed and his bed was very comforble.
The and…
okay well that was mine story please give me construcion critisism please. i love you bye!