Like no other
Our pup Walt was like no other. “He’s weird!” observed my wary mother. Dogs are meant to bark and growl, Or yap or woof or even howl. But Walt made noises like no other. “He’s weird!” announced my startled mother. “If he can be trained to spin around, Why can’t he learn a true dog sound?” For Walt made noises like no other. “He’s weird!” cried my bewildered mother. Of course we loved him, anyhow. It’s just that he made a mean meow. Yes, Walt made noises like no other. “He’s weird!” proclaimed my exhausted mother. But when she prepared Walt’s dinner dish, She cooed, “Num-nums. Yum-yums! Itty-bitty fish!” “She’s weird!” sighed my perceptive brother. For Mum made noises like no other.
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