A Double Dose of Driving Dogs
Mr Hay glared around at the muddle of bricks, elastic, chocolate wrappers and
snake sick. His eyes fixed on Horace’s paws sticking out from under the dresser.
“Horace!” he thundered.
A growl came from underneath the dresser. Mr Hay shook his head, baffled,
convinced he was hearing things.
For his crazy dog was roaring.
“VROOM! VROOM! VROOM!”