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Mr. Dog was the blackest of poodles. His best friend was Billy Johnson, a little boy who would often give him biscuits.
But Billy was seven, so most of the week Billy was at school. During this time, Mr. Dog’s best friend was a balloon.
It was red and it was shiny. A white string hung from the bottom, and helium kept it in the air.
Mr. Dog loved his balloon. He loved it as much as he loved bones and digging in the garden and chasing cars (Actually chasing cars, not the song from Snow Patrol. He did find that song mildly catchy though).
He would knock it with his paw and chase it as it bounced down the garden path. He’d let it go, letting it float up, before catching the end with his teeth.
One day, he sneezed. This wasn’t usually a problem for Mr. Dog, but this time stopped him grabbing the end of the string. The balloon floated away.
Mr. Dog chased it: through hedges and across roads and over fences. But it never came down again and soon the poor poodle lost sight of his round, red friend.
This didn’t stop him however. He refused to give up on his friend. He wandered the streets until the light began to fade. Soon it was night and it was at this time that Mr. Dog met an owl. They come out at night, don’t you know.
The owl was perched on a low branch of a tree. He looked friendly, so the dog approached him.
“Excuse me sir’ said the dog ‘Have you seen a red balloon on your travels?”
However, even though both spoke English, their points of reference were so far removed that the owl didn’t have a clue what the dog was saying. Instead, he just flapped his wings.
The dog never did find his balloon, but he never stopped trying. Billy came home to find that his dog was missing, but not amount of ‘Missing posters’ ever got Mr. Dog back.
The End
:D
But Billy was seven, so most of the week Billy was at school. During this time, Mr. Dog’s best friend was a balloon.
It was red and it was shiny. A white string hung from the bottom, and helium kept it in the air.
Mr. Dog loved his balloon. He loved it as much as he loved bones and digging in the garden and chasing cars (Actually chasing cars, not the song from Snow Patrol. He did find that song mildly catchy though).
He would knock it with his paw and chase it as it bounced down the garden path. He’d let it go, letting it float up, before catching the end with his teeth.
One day, he sneezed. This wasn’t usually a problem for Mr. Dog, but this time stopped him grabbing the end of the string. The balloon floated away.
Mr. Dog chased it: through hedges and across roads and over fences. But it never came down again and soon the poor poodle lost sight of his round, red friend.
This didn’t stop him however. He refused to give up on his friend. He wandered the streets until the light began to fade. Soon it was night and it was at this time that Mr. Dog met an owl. They come out at night, don’t you know.
The owl was perched on a low branch of a tree. He looked friendly, so the dog approached him.
“Excuse me sir’ said the dog ‘Have you seen a red balloon on your travels?”
However, even though both spoke English, their points of reference were so far removed that the owl didn’t have a clue what the dog was saying. Instead, he just flapped his wings.
The dog never did find his balloon, but he never stopped trying. Billy came home to find that his dog was missing, but not amount of ‘Missing posters’ ever got Mr. Dog back.
The End
:D
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