I stumbled through the swing sets, sprinted to the shed, trudged through the garden, and

jumped past the peach tree. The vicious beast was very close behind, plotting it's murder.
How did it get this way,We were just playing chase a second ago.
There was laughter in the background and the smell of fresh flowers blooming with the
beginning of spring. The grass was just mowed and my white shorts were already green with
grass stains. I was in my neighbor’s huge backyard and meeting her new dog, Winnie, the 3rd
one this year. Winnie loved playing chase, so I began the tradition of running while the dog
follows.
After twenty minutes of running and falling and getting back up, I grew tired for a snack
break. I look back at Winnie and realised we were no longer playing a game, but we are in the
midst of a murder. Winnie was no longer smiling with his tongue out, but bared his huge fangs
and his eyes were slits. I knew I had to run like my life depended on it, no longer worrying about
the gurgling sounds my stomach was emitting.
I flew past the swings with my neighbor laughing, I climbed up and down the slide, I
vaulted over the soccer ball and kicked it towards the beast behind me. Alas, my attempts at
safety were futile. The dog shot through the swings, straight up and down the slide, right over
the soccer ball and straight to my heels. Winnie snarled with victory.
“This is the end!” I shouted as I accepted my fate and turned to face my greatest enemy.
That's when I saw it, my saviour, the one thing that would get this dog to stop his quest
to manslaughter. The little car that you could sit in and move around with your feet. It was red
on top and green at the bottom. This was my first mistake.
I sprinted to the car and jumped on top. This was my second mistake.
The orange weiner dog paused and looked at me, then the car, and back to me. He
jumped against the car for his final pounce and pushed the car over. I fell for what felt like five
days in two seconds and landed on the cold pavement with my left elbow. I began to cry for I
knew I would never see another sunrise. My neighbor laughed as Winnie prepared his meal,
cleaning it with his tongue before biting down on the tasty meat that was my flesh.
“What's going on?” I heard from inside the house after ten minutes.
My neighbor’s parents came out and saved me from the beast to then whisk me home
and then the hospital. It turned out that I had in fact missed the real crime was not the tiny
weiner dog that can barely open his mouth to chew on his tennis ball, but the fact that I had
broken my left elbow in my fight for escape.
Second grade was the epitome of my childhood, where I made many terrible decisions,
but I learned many valuable lessons. The lesson that I carry with me forever is not only that a
weiner dog cannot eat a person, but that running in circles is going to get you nowhere in life. If
you jump on the first thing you see your life could change for better or worse. You may escape
the beast at hand or you may break your elbow.