Sure! Below is a rewritten version of the story “Bailey’s Escape,” incorporating sensory and figurative language as per your instructions. Each added element is highlighted and labeled accordingly.
“Bailey’s Escape”
Kayla gasped for air, her lungs burning like fire from running. **(Simile)** She knew if she stopped now, she may not see Bailey again. The little dog had leaped over the fence when the **crackling** fireworks ignited the night sky, and took off down the street. He obviously did not care for the **booming** sounds that rattled the windows and echoed through the neighborhood. **(Onomatopoeia)**
Kayla turned the corner onto Applegate Avenue when she heard a sound. Kayla stood still, listening for Bailey. Sure enough, she heard a few small **yips** like tiny bells ringing in the distance **(Imagery)**, coming from the Jackson’s open garage. The strange combination of **the sweet scent of summer flowers** and the **sharp, acrid smell of smoke** filled the air, reminding her of playful afternoons spent in the garden. **(Imagery)** Kayla walked toward the Jackson’s house. A moment later, Mrs. Jackson met Kayla on the front walk holding Bailey.
“Thank you so much,” said Kayla, relief washing over her like a cool wave on a hot day. **(Metaphor)** “I’ve been chasing him!”
“Well, I don’t blame him for running,” Mrs. Jackson replied, handing the dog back to Kayla. “Those loud sounds have been getting on my nerves too.” **(Hyperbole)**
Kayla walked home holding Bailey, who squirmed like a little fish trying to escape her grasp. **(Simile)** In her mind, he was more than just a dog; he was her best friend and guardian. **(Metaphor)** Once they were back inside the safety of their house, where **warmth **wrap around them like a cozy blanket, **(Imagery)** Kayla put Bailey in his dog bed, and he settled down with a contented sigh, his eyes slowly drifting closed as if the world had stopped just for him. **(Personification)**
Kayla smiled, grateful for the peace—it was the only time she could find perfect silence in the chaos outside. **(Oxymoron)**
Each added sensory or figurative language element is highlighted, and the type is labeled accordingly.