Mishelle rested a spoon at her lips, ate it, and asked, "Can I have a dog?"

Dad ruffled the papers and said, "A dog ?"says Dad.

"Yeah . All my cl*censored*mates have one." Mishelle looked sad. Her sister, Xin, piped up from the other end of the table. "Mishelle, how about Janice?She has a cat ." 

To be continued. -goes off to play with her sketchbook-