Once, when I was at the beach,

I fell into the trap of trying

to write the best poem ever.

Seriously, it was sad and hard,

but I did discover why I had

fallen into this trap, which was good.

At least something good came of it!

Later on that very same day

I got a phone call from one

of the coolest people that I know.

She told me what she had been up to

and stuff she was going to do

that night. I told her about

the trap I had fallen into,

and she told me she was sorry

about it and she would tell

her boyfriend and see

if he had any ideas what to do.

I told her I had already solved

the problem, I thought, and

she acted really surprised.

Later that night my dad called

to say my dog had gotten out

at some point and asked

what I wanted him to do about it.

I told him to call Bethany (the

cool girl) and get her boyfriend

to help figure out who to call

or maybe find the dog himself,

and so that is what my dad did.