Part 12 “It’s All Your Fault” “My body …will never be f..f..found,”repeated Dylan. “B.. b.. but why? It was you who killed the rabbit. I hardly t.. t.. tasted it, you caught it, I think it is all your fault.” “Shut up and be ready to do just as I say,” hissed Tombo. The big …
Part 11 ‘I’ll Be Off Then” Mr. Dylan eyed his sleeping friend with dismay. ‘Yes, well…er… I’ll be off then,’ he stuttered trying hard to sound casual. All he heard in answer, was in fact the loud, vulgar snoring of the old tom-cat. “I’ll get off then …. shouldn’t take me long …. they’ll be …
I’ll Try Anything Once. Mr Dylan felt nervous and queasy. Nervous because Tombo was expecting him to eat his fill of the dead rabbit; queasy because although he was very hungry, the meal provided did not look at all inviting. Tombo appeared not to notice, he told the young cat to get stuck in once, …
I Feel Sick As Tombo picked his way through the lush green of the undergrowth, he could hear the young kitten puffing and panting behind, trying desperately hard to keep up with the older cat. Yet Tombo didn’t relent or slacken his speed. He knew young Dylan could be a good hunter one day, so …
Think, before You Hunt. Dylan watched as the scruffy boy walked away .’Lost,’ thought Dylan, ‘lost; how can I be lost, I only live over there.’ He turned expecting to see the garden with the shed he knew so well, but of course it wasn’t there. After all this running and chasing, he’d landed himself …
‘Hey Missus, Does This Belong To You?’ Dylan huffed and puffed his way through the green vegetation growing in next door’s garden.The thrush he had originally given chase to was long gone from sight. An old tin bucket half buried in the soil caught his eye. He reached up on his hind legs peering curiously …
‘I Think I’ll Take A Walk’ Mr Dylan felt disgruntled, and most decidedly fed up.For although he could feel the Spring sun warming his back, he was becoming agitated. The man was busy working in his small greenhouse and wouldn’t let him in. He could see the woman ‘Mary’ clearly through her kitchen window, but …
Never Again Inwardly Dylan felt relieved to see Tombo sit down. For one thing he didn’t seem quite so big. The kitten relaxed, thinking, mistakenly of course that Tombo wished to be friends. “Mr Dylan” sneered the older cat, “I don’t like your name, I don’t like it at all”. Dylan became startled, for the …
What Did You Say His Name Was? The moon filtered out from behind the grey clouds, so giving Mr Dylan ample light to look around. He sat on the pavement just outside the garden gate, listening and watching. There was no wind, but the night was bitterly cold. Thick crusty frost covered the whole village …
Published with the kind permission of the author Mrs Sylvia Hood. First published in 1975. Part 3: Who Needs Lessons To be honest, it was rather a bewildered kitten that was carried out of the house that morning. His nose still numb, after the slap for scratching the furniture; and now the dratted boy would …
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