How to write a diary of cleaning up the balcony with parents in the second grade of primary school?

I think I can write that I can help my parents do things, and I think you feel very happy.

It's very simple, just find a clear idea and a way to rewrite it yourself.

Today I came to the balcony in the back garden. Grandma was there swinging.

On Saturday afternoon, just as my dad and I were playing with the puppy, the puppy suddenly ignored us, ran away, and came to the balcony. "Let's see what the dog is doing. Dad said, "Wait a minute, it's going to defecate again."

I ran to the balcony and saw that the puppy was pooping. It slowly bent its limbs down on all fours, lying on its stomach on the ground, and then a piece of dog feces was pulled out from behind its tail. "Dad, millet poops again!

I screamed from the balcony. As soon as I finished speaking, I ran back to the living room.

My father tore out some old newspapers and said, "Go to the balcony and get a cloth and a watering can." Wrap the dog poop in newspaper first, then use a watering can to sprinkle some potion on the place where the dog pulls the poop, and finally wipe it clean with a cloth.

After Dad attracted the dog, I went to the balcony alone. I picked up the cloth and the watering can, and I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, because it was my first time cleaning up dog poop. Usually the dog feces is cleaned up by my father, but this time it was pushed to me, but think about it backwards, this dog is what I want to buy, so what can I do?

I slowly approached the dog poop. Suddenly, a burst of stench came to my nose, and it turned out that dog feces also smelled! I quickly wrapped the dog poop in newspaper and threw it in the trash can on the side.

Ahem, ahem, ahem, dog poop stinks! I said to myself. The next step was to spray the potion, and I pressed my nose and took the watering can and sprayed it on the ground where the dog poop had been pulled, spraying water everywhere.

I thought, it's over, if I don't hurry up and get scolded again, I picked up the cloth and knelt on the floor to wipe it. Actually, I didn't wipe it seriously, because I was afraid of getting dirty, so I simply used three fingers to carry the cloth and shook it around, and hurriedly cleaned it up and quickly washed my hands repeatedly on the balcony.