“Woof, woof, woof” Billy cried. Billy had not eaten for DAYS!! He lived down a small ally on Bakers Street. Billy thought to himself what can I do, I know I’ll steal some food from the butchers a few sausages would fill a hole nicely. Out of nowhere came Timmy a rather sophisticated house cat.
“What’s wrong”? Asked Timmy
“Well I haven’t eaten anything in DAYS”! Replied Billy.
“You poor old soul I’ll sneak you some food from my house; oh and I’m Timmy by the way”.
“Thanks that would be great”. Billy said very excitedly.
Hours passed of Billy laying in the icy December weather. Then just as Timmy promised he came lugging a big shopping bag.
“What’s in the bag, what’s in the bag”? Kept saying Billy.
“I stole some freshly cooked sausages from my house I knew they were your favourite”
“Thank you SOOOOOO much!” Said Billy.
Once Billy had finished the sausages he lay down and started listening to Timmy, he was telling stories about his life at his house
“Boy I envy you, your life is amazing”
“Why don’t you go to the kennels? They take all stray animals in and supply you with a warm bed and two meals a day”
After a long discussion about the kennels they had planned a way to get billy in the kennels. Billy would turn up looking helpless and malnourished, the he would scratch the door until somebody noticed him. Then he would have a great time at the kennels and he might even get rehomed to a new family. Billy knew he would have a good sleep that night; dreaming about his luxurious new life he was going to start.
The day arrived for Billy to pack up his life and start a fresh one at the kennels. He packed up his very few belongings and tried to find his way to the kennels; with Timmy his new found friend at his side. The adventure had just started then they realised they had a dilemma...