Pat won with 3 votes
Where
have they put it?
Number
six curled up in his box and surveyed his three brothers and two
sisters. They were all nodding off after their lunch, piling on top
of each other. Their mother was such a pretty spaniel, and number six
thought that he looked just like her, especially the markings on her
face.
Over
the months the puppies went one by one to new homes, until number six
was left all on his own. He so missed his playmates, and constantly
chewed on his yellow ball. There was no one to play with, and his
mother seemed tired all the time.
Then
one day, a young couple showed up and he was handed to the lady. She
seemed a little unsure and he was frightened that she was going to
drop him. "Never held a puppy before?" his owner inquired.
He then proceeded to show her how to hold him, but he wriggled so
much he slipped out of her grasp falling to the floor.'Ouch, he said
to himself, I think my foot is hurt',' limping back to his box.
Finding his yellow ball, he began to chew as if was was a comfort
blanket.
As
he fell asleep he heard the people talking about him. The couple had
decided to think about it. During the night he crept up to his mother
but she didn't lick him as she usually did, but didn't push him away
either. She was probably preparing herself for the last pup to go. He
didn't want to go, giving her a pleading look, and began softly
whining. The owners came down to see what was wrong. Finding that
whining got him plenty of attention he kept it up. Now they were all
getting cross with him, but he couldn't help it. Please don't send me
away.
After
another night of whining, they were all fed up with him and told him
off. What's going to happen, no one wants me he whined to himself.
Next day, the couple returned and had made the decision to take him.
His owner and mother gave him a stern look daring him to whine. He
looked around for his comfort ball but it had disappeared. Where have
they put it? He was not going anywhere without it. He sniffed around
his usual haunts to no avail. As his owner bent down to lift him up
he let out a low growl. They all looked shocked. Then the lady bent
down and whispered to him "are you searching for that tatty
yellow ball?" He gave her his best pleading look. "I threw
it in the dustbin" his owner said, quick, lets see if it has
been emptied. He didn't want to lose a sale over a ball. Thankfully
it was still there and number six
happily went home with his new owners.
