He is called Johnny. He is nine years old.
He’s heading for the hospital - he’s going to get hurt. The dog is going to lick his fingers.
It’s 1972, September 24th.
The dog is called Charlie. It’s the family dog.
His parents are in the back room. They are ordinary people – they’re nice. They know he’s eating the biscuits. They will say, “Oh Johnny, you naughty boy! Clean it up.”
He’s just pinched the biscuits. They’re not normal biscuits – he’s eating dog biscuits!
After this the dog will make his move. He will growl at Johnny because he’s eating his biscuits.
He looks a very happy boy – he must have brothers and sisters.
He’s normally a good boy. He might have been given the biscuits by his mum.