Alrajie Benito Sept 11 2019

Humss 11 A Ms. Fajardo

Goodbye Bandit

When we moved into our new house, we found this little puppy a few days later
someone (according to our neighbor) had thrown out the window of a car. We
adopted the little guy and named him Bandit because his face coloring made it look
like he was wearing a mask. He was skin and bones and must have survived around
the lake for a couple weeks before we found him. Turns out those fools threw out
the best dog anyone could ever ask for. Bandit was awesome to play with, and he
fiercely guarded our house and family. He loved Isaac and Anna and they loved him.
Life sucks sometimes. Our dog Bandit got hit by a car tonight and the poor dog
died. Jocelyn is heartbroken. Isaac and Anna Jo are devastated. I’m crushed. Bandit
lived a short but good life. He loved to nip and wrestle. He was so ornery and wild.
He loved to play out by the lake and lay out in the sun. He was here, and now he’s
gone. Bandit’s death, for us, is a reminder how short life is, and how something you
love can be gone in a minute. We can’t waste time y’all! The only time we are
guaranteed is right now, this moment. None of us, our pets, our friends, our loved
ones, our kids… none of us are guaranteed tomorrow. We have to maximize our
minutes and make the most of every moment we have! Death is awful. But it can
also be a powerful reminder to pay attention, and spend time with the people and
pets we love while we still can! I literally let my dog out for two minutes yesterday.
He was alive and happy, and then two minutes later he was gone. I wish I had more
time to wrestle, to play, to hug him and love him. Our other puppy Cocoa is starting
to get depressed. She is realizing Bandit is gone. She’s just sleeping a lot. When she
is not sleeping, she sniffs around looking for Bandit. It’s so pitiful and so sad. I just
wish they had one more minute to play together. Bandit was our other dog Cocoa’s
best friend. Turns out he was mine too. I never understood how people loved their
pets so much until now. If you have a pet, play with them tonight. Married? Hug
your spouse. Love on your kids. All we have is right now. Bye Bandit. We love you.
You were the best. I wish I had a couple more minutes to spend with you.
Alrajie Benito Sept 15 2019
Humss 11 A Ms. Fajardo

The coffin
The Coffin is scary funny story about a man who was walking home
alone one dark and windy night. His path took him down a dark,
deserted street that ran right by the local cemetery. As he passed the
gates, he heard a strange noise in the darkness behind him. Not
daring to look back, he quickened his pace, but the bumping noise
continued behind him. He stopped and turned to see what it was.
Coming down the road behind him was a coffin, standing on end,
bumping from side to side. The man couldn't believe his eyes.
Terrified, he turned and ran into the driving rain. Behind him, the
coffin came faster. Ahead of him, there was a branch that had fallen
from a tree. He reached down and grabbed it as he ran by. He turned
and threw it at the coffin. But it just splintered and the coffin
continued chasing him faster and faster. The man turned the corner
onto his street and ran through his front gate, the coffin right behind
him. The man dashed into his house, but the coffin crashed through
the front door. The front of the coffin swung open and the man
glimpsed the horrible sight of a dead skeleton inside. He ran upstairs
and grabbed his shotgun off the wall display. Then he took aim and
blasted the coffin with barrels, but the shot bounced harmlessly off
the coffin as it continued up the stairs. The man, desperate and
scared to death, jumped into the bathroom and locked the door but
he knew it would do no good. The coffin banged and the coffin came
through it. In desperation the man reached out his hand and
grabbed that first thing he could reach. It was a bottle of cough
syrup. He threw it at the coffin and the coffin stopped.