Another Story dictated by Grace

The story begins with Clifford and me and you and Mommy.  Clifford got away.  First he got away and then I caught him.  I tried to and then you tried to caught him and then Mommy and then you helped.  Then the goalkeeper got him and he put him in the "Troze" trunk.  A troze is when you ra-cha.  He took Clifford and locked him up in a cage.  He was sad... he didn't know how to escape.  I missed my little puppy.  And Jajo the quirrel came.  He was real to talk.  He said "Get the doggy before he gets out."  That's what he said.  The troll was evil, the troll that caught him, and put him in the cage with lions.  But Clifford was still sad.  But my friend Phillip was too sad.  He missed his Mom... and his Dad.  She was said, she didn't know what to do to help him.  The zookeeper told her, "do not get any puppy."  "Yes I do."  And Clifford the puppy was still sad.  (There is more, but the story got more and more confusing and harder and harder to make out.)