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The Lost Dog
One sunny summer day, my aunt and I decided to visit our grandpa in his village. "I hope Max, our dog, will be happy there," I said. Max is a red dog with big eyes, and he loves to run around. We packed some candy, butter, and coffee for Grandpa, and we were ready to go.
We arrived at the village by noon. The village was full of life, with workers from the nearby factory rushing toward their homes. Grandpa’s house was behind a square park, and it had a large yard. "Of course, you can stay here tonight," Grandpa said, smiling. He was busy in his garden, growing orange trees and delicious vegetables.
After we ate lunch, Max started to explore. "Be careful," my mother warned, but Max was too excited to listen. Suddenly, he saw a tiger on a poster in the park and barked loudly. "That’s just part of a museum exhibit," Grandpa explained. "It’s not real." But Max didn’t understand and ran away.
"Oh no!" I cried. "We have to find him!" My aunt and I jumped up, and Grandpa grabbed his keys. "Let’s check the lake," he said. We rushed out, hoping Max hadn’t gotten hurt. The village was quiet, except for the sound of leaves blowing in the wind because it was a national holiday.
We searched day and night. "Whenever you see anything red, let us know," I told the villagers. A shy Chinese girl said, "I saw a dog near the factory." We ran there, and sure enough, Max was standing by the gate, wagging his tail. "You naughty dog!" I said, hugging him. He looked happy but tired.
"Why did you run?" my aunt asked, as if Max could answer. Maybe he was scared of the tiger picture. We brought him back, and Grandpa gave him a pound of meat. "He’s full now," Grandpa laughed. Max lay down, and we all relaxed.
That night, we sat upstairs in Grandpa’s house. "Let’s not lose him again," my mother said. "From now on, we’ll keep him close." I nodded, still a bit shy about how worried we’d been. We turned up the radio to hear a programme about dogs, which made us laugh. It was funny to think Max caused such a big search!
The next morning, we decided to visit the museum. "It’s full of models, like robots and tigers," Grandpa said. Inside, we saw a model of a village just like ours. "Look at this," my aunt said, pointing to a picture of a dog. "It’s almost the same as Max!"
On our way back, we stopped at a coffee shop. The owner, a patient Russian lady, served us delicious cakes. "Your dog is so lively," she said. "He must weigh at least eight pounds!" We agreed, and Max barked as if he understood.
By the end of the month, we felt like a big family—me, my aunt, my mother, Grandpa, and Max. "Life is better when we’re together," I said. My aunt smiled and said, "Let’s post a picture of Max on the Internet to share our story."
We never lost Max again. Each time we visit Grandpa, Max stays close, and we all feel safe. "No more accidents," I promised, and Max wagged his tail as if to say, "Of course!"