Youngsters’ Forum

The Puppy Lost in a Mansion.

November 4th, 2007

One sunny day Chris and Melisa were moving house and they had a little puppy called Rudolph -  it was black and white. Rudolph liked to play outside. He liked to play fetch. It was Rudolph’s favourite thing to do, but the thing that scared Rudolph the most was the mansion. The way that he hated the mansion was because it was dark and he is scared of the dark and it was big, noisy and scary. Tomorow the family will be moving house.

The day had arrived. Chris and Melisa packed everething to move house. They put all of the equipment and they put it all in the truck. They took off, but Rudolph was still snuggled in like a little baby in his soft bed sleeping away. Two hours later Rudolph woke up and straight away he realised that all the equipment was gone. OH! Where are my owners?  NO, they left without me! What am I going to do? I’m scared. I can’t believe everething didn’t go according to plan. Creek! Wwwhat was that? Rudolph went to check it out. It was nothing - it was just the door creeking.

Rudolph was crying. He wanted his owners. They were there at last. Melisa are we forgetting something? Rudolph. OK let’s go back. How am I going to get out? Rudolph where are you?

Rudolph started to run. Crack! Rudolph fell over a stick and hurt his head. Rudolph passed out. Half an hour later Rudolph woke up and he was lying on Melisa’s lap with a blanket on him and he was happy to be with his owners.

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