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Personal Narrative: Frida

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So, a weird thing happened today. I realized I can hear what every animal is thinking. All barks sound like actual, human sentences. Unfortunately, no one else is able to hear it…I have two dogs, they are Bruno and the other one is Frida. As I walk two the kitchen i can hear someone talking, I realized I was home alone but I was left wondering who was talking. I was so scared I didn’t want to be alone so I let my dogs in. I shouted my dog’s names from the kitchen but when they came in they started talking.Their voice was irritating, it sounded like Dora was talking I was so scared but excited.When mom and dad came home I told they but they didn’t believe in me, they thought I was daydreaming. Two days passed by since I didn’t hear my dogs talk

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