“Once bitten twice shy” is an old adage. In my case, It became a literal truth. I was very mischievous as a young boy. I enjoyed playing pranks and practical jokes on people. I also liked to chase cats and used a handmade catapult to shoot at birds on the trees. My parents did not approve of my behavior and constantly berated me for the mischief I caused. I was even given a good thrashing from my father from time to mime.
But I did not mend my ways until this Incident. I had just finished lunch at home and I was feeling very bored. My brothers and sisters, all of them older than I, had not returned home from school. I decided to walk around the neighborhood and I brought my trusty catapult with me. Soon, I came to Mr.. Lining’s house. His pet dog, a giant Schnauzer, was tied too post outside his house. I looked around and saw that no one was in sight.
I decided to make good use o my catapult and picked a few small pebbles from the ground and aimed at the dog. A few of the pebbles hit the poor dog and it began to howl and help in pain. Eventually, the dog’s anger was aroused and it began growling and barking fiercely at me while it strained against the ropes to free itself.