Story Jam 2.6 Cockapoo

The words meandered into spirals confusing all the readers except one -- he was already quite twisted already. Having read the book already, he knew what was to come, but how would he warn the others?! He realized he would have to write a book himself, and quickly. But why? Who would read it? Who would publish it? And what would it be about?

He just wanted to write about his beloved cockapoo (and you thought no one would use that!), but the publisher wanted more meat! So he wrote carefully, writing the next-to-last sentence of his pathetic, birdless life. His birdless, pathetic life was transformed by the care of this next-to-last sentence and he rose phoenix-like from its ashes.