A Christmas miracle

One cold, foggy an windy night in York, under Scarborough bridge in a cardboard box was a golden labrador puppy. The puppy shivered in the cold, the rain soaked the box until it tore. The puppy tumbled out and watched the box get washed away by the river. The puppy wandered down the river bank, the rain soaking his fur. The puppy stopped at an alleway and then slowly wandered down it sniffing at the dustbins and dust bags, he wandered further a couple of stray cats hissed, spat and chased him. The puppy came to a main road and wandered across. Cars beeped thier horns as the puppy ran to the other just side in time. He curled under a hedge on dry autumn leaves.
The next day the puppy woke up and everywhere was white covered with snow. He wandered through a fence and into a garden, the puppy sniffed at the bushes covered with red berries, he sneezed and then kept wandering. A little boy named Owen saw the puppy and shouted "mummy daddy there's a puppy in the garden!!" Owen's mum and dad came running out "it's a miracle!!" Owen's mum said. Owen's dad picked up the puppy and carried inside the house was warm and tastefully decorated for Christmas. He laid the puppy by the fireplace to keep it warm. They all sat down, Owen by the Christmas tree playing with his Christmas presents; It was quiet until the Owen asked "can we keep the puppy??" Owen's mum and dad looked at each other and then at him "Yes you can" his dad told him. He jumped up and down!! "What are you going to call the puppy Owen?" his mother asked Owen. "Err....I think I'll call him MIRACLE, Owen said with a smile on his face.
So Miracle found a new home for Christmas and ate turkey and lay by the fireplace, with a Miracle!!!
By Tina (Age 13)