Notso Hotso - Anne Fine [8]
A blessing, really. His life had been a burden to him for quite a while. Any responsible owner would have taken him up to Ms It’s–Kinder–and–I-Assure-You-He-Won’t-Feel-a-Thing Massingpole the very first time he…
Hey! No time for morbid chat! The speciality howling had brought the park-keepers running. It was time to go.
Fun over.
There’s not much more to tell. The chaos I caused made it into the paper. (I could have done without the word ‘mangy’ appearing quite so often, but, hey! That’s the tiger of fame: you can’t ride it.) Poor Bella – she was blushing for a while. (We all call her The Lion Queen.) I made a deal with Buster: no respect – no bone, and I doubt if he’ll be teasing me so much or so often.
And we all went to Nigel’s funeral. (Bit of a ‘dig and drop’ if you want
my opinion. It could have been nicer, but there you go, if you’re not there to see it, I guess it doesn’t really matter.)
And, next day, Hamish left his squeaky bunny outside our gate, so I’d have something to do till the old hairs grow back again, and I can come out without everyone pointing.
‘See him? I read about that dog in the paper. It seems what happened was…’
It’s quite a tale, huh?
But, fact is – it’s over.
Table of Contents
Cover
About the Author
Title Page
Copyright Page
Contents
Notso Hotso
1: How the Horror Began
2: Getting Worse and Worse
3: Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall
4: Talk About Tough
5: Cat Test
6: Fun-Time