CHAPTER ONE
Mabel
DO YOU HAVE any pets? My best friend Sophie had got four kittens called Sporty, Scary, Baby and Posh. My second-best friend Laura has a golden Labrador dog called Dustbin. My sort-of-boyfriend Aaron has got a dog too, a black mongrel called Liquorice Allsorts, though he gets called Licky for short. My worst enemy Moyra has got a boa constrictor snake called Crusher. Well, she says she has. I’ve never been to her house so I don’t know if she’s telling fibs.
I think Sophie is ever so lucky. I love going round to her house to play with her kittens. They’re so sweet, the way they scamper around everywhere. Sophie’s mum gets cross sometimes because they knock things over and they’ve pulled off all the curtain cords but the kittens don’t care a bit when she wags her finger at them. The only thing they’re the slightest bit frightened of is a little clockwork frog. They used to run away from it but now Scary is getting quite bold and dares stretch out a paw to try to catch it. I could play with Sophie’s kittens all day long.
I’ve been to tea at Laura’s house too and made friends with Dustbin. He’s a cream dog with big dark shiny eyes and if you hold out your hand he’ll shake paws with you. I know exactly why he’s called Dustbin. He eats all the time! He’s meant to be on a diet as he’s getting very plump but he’s forever on the scrounge. He especially likes crisps. He even licks out the bag.
Aaron’s dog Licky is great at licking too. Aaron takes Licky up to the park after school. My gran and Aaron’s mum sit on the bench and have a good gossip and play with Aaron’s little sister Aimee and we take Licky for a run.
Then we go on the roundabout and Licky sits on Aaron’s lap and barks like crazy because he’s having so much fun. Then sometimes if we nag and plead enough my gran or Aaron’s mum will buy us a whippy ice-cream from the van at the park gate. Aaron always shares his ice-cream with Licky. It’s not really fair on Aaron so I tried sharing my cone with Licky too, but Gran stopped me. She whispered that I mustn’t, because of dog germs. My gran has a bit of a germ fixation. She’s not very keen on pets. Apart from Mabel.
I don’t know what she’d make of Moyra’s pet snake, Crusher. I don’t know what
I’d
make of Crusher either. I’m not that keen on snakes actually. Moyra sits behind me at school and today she leant forwards and shot out her arm and wrapped it right round my neck and whispered, ‘Watch out, Verity, here comes Crusher!’
I
knew
it was only Moyra, and I’m pretty certain Crusher doesn’t even exist – but I still screamed. Everyone giggled. Moyra practically wet herself she laughed so much. Miss Smith didn’t tell me off for screaming. She didn’t tell Moyra off either. She just raised her lovely black eyebrows and said, ‘Settle down, girls’.
I love Miss Smith. She’s a new teacher, the nicest we’ve ever had. I hate Moyra. If there really is a Crusher I hope he wakes up one morning and takes a good look at Moyra’s beady eyes and twitchy nose, mistakes her for a giant mouse, and GOBBLES HER UP.
I certainly wouldn’t want a snake for a pet, but at least it would be something exciting to boast about.
I have a pet. She is a tabby cat called Mabel. I love her dearly. But she is very, very, very
boring
. She doesn’t do anything. She just sleeps. Sometimes I leave her curled up on my bed when I go to school and when I come home there she still is, in exactly the same position. She doesn’t go out at night and run round having wild encounters with big bad tom cats. Not my Mabel.
She stays indoors, dozes all evening, and then sleeps all night, back on my bed. She likes to lie on my feet like a live hot-water bottle.
She’s about as playful as a hot-water bottle too. I can’t believe she was ever a cute little kitten like Sporty, Scary, Baby and Posh. You could run a clockwork frog right
over
Mabel and she wouldn’t
Mabel
DO YOU HAVE any pets? My best friend Sophie had got four kittens called Sporty, Scary, Baby and Posh. My second-best friend Laura has a golden Labrador dog called Dustbin. My sort-of-boyfriend Aaron has got a dog too, a black mongrel called Liquorice Allsorts, though he gets called Licky for short. My worst enemy Moyra has got a boa constrictor snake called Crusher. Well, she says she has. I’ve never been to her house so I don’t know if she’s telling fibs.
I think Sophie is ever so lucky. I love going round to her house to play with her kittens. They’re so sweet, the way they scamper around everywhere. Sophie’s mum gets cross sometimes because they knock things over and they’ve pulled off all the curtain cords but the kittens don’t care a bit when she wags her finger at them. The only thing they’re the slightest bit frightened of is a little clockwork frog. They used to run away from it but now Scary is getting quite bold and dares stretch out a paw to try to catch it. I could play with Sophie’s kittens all day long.
I’ve been to tea at Laura’s house too and made friends with Dustbin. He’s a cream dog with big dark shiny eyes and if you hold out your hand he’ll shake paws with you. I know exactly why he’s called Dustbin. He eats all the time! He’s meant to be on a diet as he’s getting very plump but he’s forever on the scrounge. He especially likes crisps. He even licks out the bag.
Aaron’s dog Licky is great at licking too. Aaron takes Licky up to the park after school. My gran and Aaron’s mum sit on the bench and have a good gossip and play with Aaron’s little sister Aimee and we take Licky for a run.
Then we go on the roundabout and Licky sits on Aaron’s lap and barks like crazy because he’s having so much fun. Then sometimes if we nag and plead enough my gran or Aaron’s mum will buy us a whippy ice-cream from the van at the park gate. Aaron always shares his ice-cream with Licky. It’s not really fair on Aaron so I tried sharing my cone with Licky too, but Gran stopped me. She whispered that I mustn’t, because of dog germs. My gran has a bit of a germ fixation. She’s not very keen on pets. Apart from Mabel.
I don’t know what she’d make of Moyra’s pet snake, Crusher. I don’t know what
I’d
make of Crusher either. I’m not that keen on snakes actually. Moyra sits behind me at school and today she leant forwards and shot out her arm and wrapped it right round my neck and whispered, ‘Watch out, Verity, here comes Crusher!’
I
knew
it was only Moyra, and I’m pretty certain Crusher doesn’t even exist – but I still screamed. Everyone giggled. Moyra practically wet herself she laughed so much. Miss Smith didn’t tell me off for screaming. She didn’t tell Moyra off either. She just raised her lovely black eyebrows and said, ‘Settle down, girls’.
I love Miss Smith. She’s a new teacher, the nicest we’ve ever had. I hate Moyra. If there really is a Crusher I hope he wakes up one morning and takes a good look at Moyra’s beady eyes and twitchy nose, mistakes her for a giant mouse, and GOBBLES HER UP.
I certainly wouldn’t want a snake for a pet, but at least it would be something exciting to boast about.
I have a pet. She is a tabby cat called Mabel. I love her dearly. But she is very, very, very
boring
. She doesn’t do anything. She just sleeps. Sometimes I leave her curled up on my bed when I go to school and when I come home there she still is, in exactly the same position. She doesn’t go out at night and run round having wild encounters with big bad tom cats. Not my Mabel.
She stays indoors, dozes all evening, and then sleeps all night, back on my bed. She likes to lie on my feet like a live hot-water bottle.
She’s about as playful as a hot-water bottle too. I can’t believe she was ever a cute little kitten like Sporty, Scary, Baby and Posh. You could run a clockwork frog right
over
Mabel and she wouldn’t
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