An Old House

My family is an old house: Dad is the fireplace, which keeps us all warm. Mom is the food, which keeps us all fed. Paco, the Chihuahua is the television set, which provides us all with entertainment. Kiki, the cat is the radio in the house, which makes a lot of noise. My grandfather is the refrigerator, which stores all of our essential needs in life. My uncle Joe is the propane tank of the house, which stores all the gas needed for the stove. My Aunt Shana is the door of the house, which lets viewers in. My uncle Larry is the propane tank filler which feeds the tank the gas needed for the stove. Lulu, the pug is the carpet of the house, which keeps all of our feet warm Sweetheart, the pug is the tile floor, which provides us something hard to walk on. My cousin, Johnathan is the main bedroom, which people look at with awe. My cousin Eric, is the insulation, which keeps any sound from escaping, My grandma Eastridge is the walls of the house that keeps it warm. My Grandpa Eastridge is the shape of the house, which people see first. I am the foundation and the framework which keeps the house from crumbling