‘’Taxi!’’ I heard myself shout. I had just made a universal communicator and decided to go and test it out. I’m a German that knows no French, and is about to go to Kadic Academe in France. On my shoulder is a bag that held everything I have ever own. Yes, I have stole a couple of things, like the equipment to make the communicator, the laptop in my bag, and about every ounce of liquid in my body.    

     A yellow taxi pulled up in front of me, and I jumped in. ’’Kadic Academe, please.’’   

      The driver nodded his head in response and drove me there.     

    When we got there, I felt a slight bump of the tire. I got out, grabbed my bag, and the driver rode away. I looked at the edge of the street where I had felt the bump, and there laid a cream rat terrier. His leg was bent in an unusual position. I walked over to it and touched it. It shivered at my hand and I started to talk to it.

        ‘’Hello.’’ I said, ’’ what’s your name?’’  

      And this might surprise you, but he said, ’’Kiwi.’’  

       ‘’Alright, Kiwi, where’s  your owner?’’

         ‘’At the school.’’ he said, ‘’Just be careful at bringing me in, animals are not aloud. His name is Odd Della Robbia. His feet stink if that helps.’’  

      ‘’Can you get up?’’ 

       ‘’I think so.’’ Kiwi said. 

       I grabbed him behind the shoulder bones and he put himself on all fours. ‘’Now put all your weight on  your paws.’’  

       He did so and began to walk in place. ’’It don’t hurt.’’   

      ‘’Now, where’s you master?’’  

      ‘’I can take you to him.’’ said Kiwi, ’’You’ll like him. But I worn your nose, his feet stink!’’