Unfairly Ewesed
By Hilary Walker
My friends thought it was kinda cool when my dog Hillie went to prison. No one else in my grade has a criminal pet. But Mom said it wasn’t funny—she had to go to court because of what our Golden Retriever did.
I said I could go instead, and Mom said she wished I was old enough, since I found the whole thing so amusing. She found it very embarrassing.
It started when Hillie went on a diet. She lost all her extra pounds and ran around our fields with the Great Dane, Blue.
Then, on the fifth of November that year, Mom, Dad, me, and our neighbors from up the road were celebrating Guy Fawkes night. You know, the man who tried to blow up London’s Houses of Parliament on 4th November, 1605. It’s kinda like an early settler putting dynamite sticks in the basem
