On a sunny day in July, Sylvia left the front gate open. From the spot where Rex was napping in the grassy yard, he had listened to the sound of the gate sliding open, and waited for it to snap shut. It didn't. The click of Sylvia's shoes faded into the distance, and yet the snap of the shutting gate didn't come. Finally, Rex pushed himself up on one paw so he could look towards the front of the yard, where the gate moved in the breeze. Rex moved slowly towards the gate at first, but as he neared the sidewalk he shot through the opening, his shiny black fur twinkling in the sun as he sped down the street. Rex ran from block to block through the neighborhood, with no leash to pull him back. When all four legs started to burn from running, Rex slowed down and started sniffing the grass around him. His stomach growled and he hoped he'd find some food in the grass. All he found was sidewalk chalk, a few little black ants, and flowers that made him sneeze. The sun was going down, and Rex thought about Sylvia coming home to rub his ears and fill his food bowl. He looked up and down the sidewalk for his home. Nothing. Rex was lost. He stood completely still and raised his ears as high as they would go. He sat and listened, and listened and sat. Just as the sun passed over the mountains in the distance, Rex heard, from very far away, the soft "click click click" of Sylvia walking towards the house. Rex ran home.
what did rex hear?
what sound did that make?
was it loud?
what month was it?
how was the weather/
what did sylvia do on that day?
what didn't rex hear?
where was he?
doing what?
what color was he?
did rex immediately leave?
was his fur matted?
where did he run?
what wasn't he wearing that he usually did?
what did he do when he finished running?
what was he feeling then?
was he able to get anything to eat?
did rex know where his home was?
how did he know where it was?
where did the sun set behind?
Sylvia walking towards the house
Sylvia walking towards the house
click click click
click click click
no
soft
July
July
sunny
sunny
left the front gate open
left the front gate open
the gate closing
he had listened to the sound of the gate sliding open, and waited for it to snap shut. It didn't
the yard
the grassy yard
napping
napping
black
black
no
slowly towards the gate at first
no
shiny
the neighborhood
from block to block through the neighborhood
a leash
leash
slowed down and started sniffing the grass
slowed down and started sniffing the grass
hungry
His stomach growled 
no
All he found was sidewalk chalk, a few little black ants, and flowers that made him sneeze
no
Rex was lost
he heard sylvia walking home
He sat and listened, and listened and sat. Just as the sun passed over the mountains in the distance, Rex heard, from very far away, the soft "click click click" of Sylvia walking towards the house
the mountains
the mountains