Narrative - My Unusual "Pets"

Last term 8bh has been working on narrative writing. Narrative writing can be fictional or non fictional writing, we were asked to write first-person personal narratives about something that happened in our lives. I wrote about one of my unexpected pets that I had owned.

A few years back when I was the age of five I really, REALLY wanted wanted a

pet, I was a little afraid of dogs so I wanted a turtle or a pet goldfish, I never

expected to actually get a pet. I had never expected this type of pet, and to be

able to get three little monsters that I had to learn to take care of in a few

weeks. It was a really ‘Baad’ experience

It was a hot sunny day in february when my parents had come home with a

trailer, I was five at the time so I thought it was a peacock or a ostrich, after all

I was scared of birds as a kid. My parents had said that since I didn’t get a

birthday present and my sister wanted a pet animal they put it towards

themselves to buy us a pet. I didn’t know much about animals so I thought it

was a dog. My parents said we could see the animals so I was really excited,

before I could look my parents drove our car to the backyard and closed our

gate so the animal wouldn’t escape. They opened the gate to the trailer and I

wished it was a bird or dog. Turns out they had gotten us Sheep. My parents

said that each of these sheep were ours, I had a little girl, my brother and sister

both had boys. One of the sheep that was my sisters was really friendly and

thought I wanted to pet it. “Get this sheep off me!” ,I had screamed. After a

while that one sheep had followed me started to leave me alone. As soon as

that happened I ran inside after closing the gate and asked my parents why we

had three little monsters living with us now. “You and your sister wanted a pet

so we got you three” ,they had said.  It was becoming night so I changed my

clothes, washed my hands and went to sleep. The next morning I had woken up

to see a german shepherd chasing our now terrified sheep out of their cage and

chasing them around our house. I had screamed and told my parents what I

had just seen. My dad quickly ran outside and threw something at the german

shepherd so it would go away, after a while it finally left and we put the sheep

back into their cage, we then fed them and got on with our day.

After a while I had asked my parents why we had bought the sheep, “We got

these sheep to keep them as your temporary pet and also to fatten them up to

sell them later on” ,My dad had said. I was really annoyed that we had animals

at the moment even though we wanted a pet. This wasn’t the pet I wanted, this

was the last thing I wanted. A few weeks later I was still angry at the sheep and

for a while I had thought they were goats and that they would eat everything

with no remorse so I stayed away from them for a while.

Every morning we would have to feed them milk and they would follow us all

the time just so then they could get extra food. I would try to run away from

them, every day they would start stinking up because of the poop they made so

we had to wash them every day. The bad thing was that they hated water so

they always tried to run away from us. It was a hassle but they finally co

operated with us other than running away. When they started getting older they

would start eating more, which made them fatter. I always tried to stay away

from them because they wouldn’t leave me alone and always cuddled up to me.

A few months later the sheep had disappeared from our backyard, I started

panicking, trying to see where they could have gone. My parents saw me

panicking and told me that they sold the sheep so then they didn’t have to

shear it and also so then when they were older then they would kill it. I felt a

little bit of happiness but mostly sadness from the sheep going to die when they

were older. After all I had just named one Bob. I knew this was going to happen

but I didn’t want to believe it was true. It sadly was, I knew this was going to

happen so I didn’t want to be attached to the little monsters while they stayed

with us. The next day I went on like nothing happened until I realised, I never

said goodbye!