Good boy

It was a winter early dawn in Dublin, Ireland. The first rays of light were
glimmering and drops of dew were shining in on the green grass. Fluffy clouds
were scattered over the wide sky. For Buck, an English shepherd dog,
adventure was at the order of the day. He lived joyfully in a pasture sheep farm
with his master, Mr. OConnell, a stout, balding man who had brought him to
the farm when he was still a puppy.
That dawn, Buck had was woken up abruptly by a distant, faint sound. Alarmed,
he had stood up on all fours almost at the instant immedeately. Yet, he had did
not barked. Following his instincts, he took the risk and sneaked in to the sheep
fence panels.
There, a hungry, wild wolf who, for the last three months, had been weekly
murdering a weekly sheep with no mercy appearedmercilessly. He had escaped
from Bucks hands several times. However, this one seemed to be the last. He
knew that it was time to put an end to this unfinished business once and for all.
The dangerous creature did not feel Bucks presence as a menace. When he was
about to grab a sheep by its neck, Buck jumped over him fiercely. At that
moment, Bucks heart was beatingbeat like a hammer. Then, a cracking sound
burnt. It was all over now. He had broken the wolfs neck of in only one bite.
With his mouth covered in blood and observed by the frightened sheep, Buck
sentenced, All animals, except man, know that the principal business
of life is to enjoy it. Well, I really enjoyed killing you, my friend. From that
day on, thanks to him, no more sheep were murdered in the pasture farm of Mr.
OConnell.
There isnt any conflict to be solved here. There was a wolf that preyed on
sheep, so a dog killed it without any further inconveniences.
Be careful with tenses in chronological order.
Mark: 4