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Mungo licked his paws. He’d just
finished devouring a delicious bone that he’d buried in his back garden
several months ago. He ran over to a rain puddle to have a sip of water
and saw his reflection. He had a gray beard and tuft of hair on top of his
head. The rest of his fur was black. His ears were big and floppy and he
was a rather small dog. Mungo often buried bones in his back garden and
dug them up later on.
One rainy day he was feeling
particularly in the mood for a snack. He wasn’t so sure if he wanted to go
outside and get all wet, but when his tummy started to growl, he ran out
through the doggie door into the pelting rain. "Where did I bury that ham
bone?" he wondered, running around the grass, sniffing. "Did I bury it
next to the oak tree or did I bury it over in the bed of daffodils?" He
couldn’t remember. "I might have buried it next to the cabbages." Not sure
about anything, he started to think. "I know. I’ll go and get some of my
pals to come and help me find it."
He ran to every house on the street
and asked his pals to come and help him dig for the bone. Luckily it had
stopped raining. Soon the back garden was filled with dogs.
"I found it," shouted Lizzie. She
came running over to Mungo with a bone in her mouth.
"That’s not my ham bone," he
snarled.
"Can I eat it then?" she asked.
"Oh, go ahead," Mungo said and went
back to digging for his bone.
"I found it," called Edward. He ran
over to Mungo carrying a small bone.
"That’s not my ham bone," he
growled.
"Can I eat it then?" he asked.
"Oh, go ahead," Mungo said and went
back to digging for his ham bone.
A few minutes later, Ian shouted, "I
found your ham bone." He ran over to Mungo and showed him the bone.
"That’s not my ham bone either,"
Mungo frowned.
"Can I eat it then?" he asked.
"Oh, go ahead," Mungo said and went
back to digging for his ham bone.
"I found it!" cried Annie. She
picked up the big bone and ran over to Mungo.
"That’s not my ham bone," he sighed.
"Can I eat it then?" she asked.
"Oh, go ahead," Mungo said and went
back to digging for his ham bone.
After a while Mungo stopped digging.
No matter where he had started digging, he couldn’t find his ham bone. He
looked around the back garden. There was Lizzie, Edwards, Ian, and Annie,
and they were all sitting on the ground eating bones. "Hey! Those are my
bones," Mungo realized.
"You said it wasn’t your ham bone
and I could eat it," Lizzie reminded him, as she munched and crunched the
bone.
"Yes, you told us all that we could
eat the bones," Ian added.
Mungo’s friends were all chewing his
bones. They were crunching, and munching bones and licking their lips.
Mungo was the only dog not eating. The dogs had just finished their bones
when it began to sprinkle. They ran home to get out of the rain. Mungo
stayed out in the wet weather all day searching for his ham bone, but
never did find it. In fact, he didn’t find any more bones because all his
friends had dug them up and gobbled them down.
From then on, Mungo made sure that
he remembered where each of his bones were buried and never again asked
his friends to come over and help him! |
