I knelt beside/ next to Diggity. He made no effort/ attempt to get up. His neck was a pulpy mass/ a lump of blood, and his rib cage rose and fell unevenly/ bumpily . Dad scooped/hand out him into his arms and staggered/ waver up the beach. Mum and Lucy were already in the car with the hatch/ key up and engine running. The vet said Diggity had lost heaps/ loads of blood. The outlook/ the view wasn’t good. When the phone rang / called later that evening, nobody was in a hurry to answer/ response it. But Diggity did survive.
The story was half sad half interesting.I really like this story because it is the only story that has Vocabulary words. My favourite part of the story was when they fix up diggity.
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