Unluckly

Unlucky, this morning when I got up, went down to say good morning first to grandma and than to Yorky and Vegy. When I went to find Yorky, I foung that he wasn't moving, he was just lying in his box. He was so cold, when I hugged him up he was so soft that his head and legs hangged in the air. I was so shock that I couldn't believe it. YORKY WAS DEAD! Oh no... I was so sad. After school, we three burried him in the garden and pray him to go to the heaven. Be good, ok? Yorky, be happy.

Sorry for you, Yorky...