Little Jack Horner sat in the corner - but we don’t think it’s a corner. He’s eating ice-cream. He could be Tom Thumb! He’s in his bedroom. He is eating the poor dogs’ dinner. The dogs thinking; how about me? What about my share? The dog’s name is Fido. The boy’s name is Eddie. The boy’s actually got his eye on the dog “Leave one for me, that’s my dinner”. It’s a large tin of food he’s consuming, looks like nice biscuits. Whatever it is, it looks good by the look on his face. The fact his knee is out of his pants suggests he’s an adventurous bit of a kid, not frightened of raiding the pantry. He’s got a glass of cordial beside him; he’s going to make a bit of a meal. The dog has other ideas. You’re not suggesting the dog attacks him- The food anyway.
It could be a Collie dog. Arlene had a dog like that, his name was Fonzi. It’s safe to assume that Eddie will succumb to the look of pleading on the dogs face and he’ll feed him. Eddie looks like he is 10 or 12. He might have some siblings who might be looking in. He has a nice face, the little boy. He’s the picture of innocence.
(Thankyou to Bruce, Thelma, Arlene, Merelyn and Arthur who created this story, at Calvary in the Inpatient Rehabilitation Unit on the 11th August 2014.)