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Stick Dog Wants a Hot Dog. Tom Watson
Читать онлайн.Название Stick Dog Wants a Hot Dog
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isbn 9780007511488
Автор произведения Tom Watson
Жанр Природа и животные
Издательство HarperCollins
Poo-Poo, Karen, and Stripes noticed as well. There was a sudden nervousness among them. It was quite unusual, they knew, to see Stick Dog lose his focus – especially when food was involved.
“I saw something in that tree,” he whispered. “It’s about four houses down the road from Peter, the frankfurter man. In the maple tree there by the road.”
The other four dogs instantly turned their heads in that direction.
“How far up?” Mutt asked.
“About five or six branches from the bottom,” Stick Dog answered. He had not stopped staring at the spot. “On the left side.”
As everyone calculated this and peered in that specific area, a branch there shook a little and then the branch below it shook a lot – as if something had moved from one tree limb to another.
“If it’s a squirrel,” said Poo-Poo, “I’ll take care of this problem in a jiffy. That maniacal little nutkin doesn’t stand a chance with old Mr Poo-Poo on the case!”
This startled Stick Dog out of his trance. His voice and speech pattern normalised. “It’s not a squirrel,” he said quickly. Stick Dog didn’t want Poo-Poo charging out of the woods and barking up at the tree. That would definitely put Peter on alert – and ruin any chance they had of getting those frankfurters. “I saw a strange set of eyes. Not a squirrel’s eyes or a bird’s. Something different.”
They all continued to stare at those upper branches.
But only for three seconds.
That’s because, after three seconds, a pair of black eyes poked their way through some maple leaves. There was no doubt what those eyes were staring at – they were staring at the frankfurter cart. And seconds later, a narrow grey nose emerged beneath the eyes and began sniffing and twitching.
“Somebody else is after the frankfurters,” whispered Stick Dog. When he said this, the face of their competition revealed itself fully.
“It’s a bandit!” yelled Stripes.
“Shh!” said Stick Dog.
In rapid succession, the others guessed at the identity of the thing in the tree.
“It’s a burglar!” said Poo-Poo. “It’s wearing a mask!”
“It’s a masked madman!” Mutt guessed.
Then Karen said, “It’s an inchworm!”
At this, they all turned to their dachshund comrade.
“It’s not an inchworm, Karen,” sighed Poo-Poo. “It’s way too big. It’s black and white and grey, not green. And it’s wearing a mask – an evil mask of some sort.”
“No, not in the tree!” Karen giggled. “Here on the ground on this rock. I love these little guys. The way they move cracks me up. Look! Up and down, up and down, up and down. Just to go the tiniest distance. I mean, grow some legs, little fellah! You know what I mean?!”
Stick Dog stared at Karen only for a moment. She was certainly going to be occupied with that inchworm for a while. He turned to the others.
“It’s not a masked madman or a burglar or a bandit,” he said.
“What is it?” Mutt, Stripes, and Poo-Poo asked in unison.
Off to the side, Karen dropped her head lower towards the rock. The others could hear her. “Up and down, up and down.” She giggled. “You’re really moving now, little inchie!”
“It’s a raccoon,” Stick Dog answered. “And it has its eyes on those frankfurters just like we do.”
Poo-Poo was surprised. “I thought raccoons only came out at night.”
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