My dog's name is Ginger. She is a purebred Jewish American Princess! That's right, she gets whatever she wants from her daddy.
And when it comes to telling stories, her tale (tail) is usually MUCH different from mine.
Consider these the following:
Me:
What have you been doing?! Why is there Kleenex all over the house? You have been a BAD dog. How many times have I told you to stay out of the wastebasket? And how did you get those cookies off the counter? Where are they? Where did you hide them? ! You'll be sorry later! Bad dog! Bad girl!
Ginger:
Hey Dad. Just after you left, I heard some folks at the door. I was sure they were trying to break in and steal the Oreos you bought for me. I fooled them though. I trashed the wastebasket. In case they got in, they would have thought someone had already been here and ransacked the place, and they would have left. Oh yeah, just to make sure, I jumped on the counter and got the Oreos. I took them into the closet and ate them all. Wouldn't have wanted those criminals to have gotten their hands on the valuables. Pretty clever huh? Bet you didn't know I could jump that high. By the way. . .next time. . .can you get Double Stuff instead?
Just some thoughts on ways to craft a story.