He'd be in trouble with my mother. Poor dog. The boy is eating biscuits and dipping them in the tea. I thought it was a biscuit, a plumb or honey. The dog is most anxious to share it with him. He's got the knees out of his trousers. He's got it all, he's greedy. A biscuit for the dog. He's lucky to have a dog like that. The boy's name is not Tom, Dick or Harry, it's Archibald. The dogs' name is Bingles, after Lara, I hope she's a bitch.
His family is affluent, they're in the house somewhere. This is taking place in a bathroom, look at those tiles, on the porch, or in the kitchen.
He is going to get a real talking to when his mum comes home. A good smack would do. He has'nt any brothers or sisters or they would be on to him in a flash. He is spoilt rotten. He is not scared of being found out. His eyes are rolled up, watching.
The dog barked and Mum came in "Archibald what are you doing"? "I was hungry mum"
He will grow up to be a cook, he loves his food. I think he is smart but just greedy. He is spoilt.
He has made a friend of his dog and he relented and gave the dog a biscuit. That's a bit soft
The story was created by Betty, Gwen and Flora in the Rehabilitation Ward at Calvary Hospital.
21 January 2013