Poor Ralphie

Poor Ralphie

Roxy called to her friends. “ I have to go home, ” she said. “ I have to . . . um . . . study for tomorrow’s math quiz! ” Roxy ran off. Terrell scratched his head. “ We don’t have a math quiz tomorrow. ”

Roxy flew over Metro City. She saw a bus crash on West Street. People were running in every direction, waving their arms and screaming. “ Those people must be running from the monster pets, ” thought Roxy. She flew down to the street. Monster pets were everywhere.

“ My poodle is attacking me! ” cried an old man. “ WOOF! WOOF! Grr! ” The poodle snapped at the man’s feet. A cat swatted at an old lady’s cane. “ Bad kitty! ” cried the lady. A large man ran from a tiny dog that was breathing fire.

“ Run for your lives! ” shouted the man. “ Rocket Girl! ” cried a voice. It was Detective Smith. He was hiding behind a crashed car. A woman was with him. Roxy saw a dog with spiky fur bite a tire off the car. The dog’s collar was glowing. Roxy flew over to the car. The dog ran away.

“ Hi, Detective, ” said Roxy. “ I think you need to take your dog to dog training school! ” “ Ha-ha. ” Detective Smith pretended to laugh. “ That’s not my dog, Rocket Girl. ” “ He’s my dog, ” said a woman. “ His name is Ralphie. ” “ Does Ralphie always act like that?” asked Roxy.