Jane

Hi I'm jane

A big Belgian

I swim across the puddle

In search of a dead bird

I can smell or close with my big nose

I can tell its close

I run across the grass getting closer to my snack

I look closely and see the dead bird rotting on the grass.

I eat the bird and gobble it whole and run into the house.

I look up to my owner with accomplishment in my eye

Until I start to gag and vomit on the coach

Where did I go wrong

With that bird on my mind

I can taste the vomit

Every ones mad at me

So I stroll back outside

And begin hunting for another bird