OUR STORY

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 7, Issue 98, 14 July 1944, Page 6

OUR STORY

LOST Mops had always particularly disliked Tom the butcher boy because for months had teased him. One day he thought lie would get his revenge and Avlicn the boy carelessly left the gate open he followed him out. However the boy had jj, fair start and for several blocks he evaded Mops. All the time, however, Mops was catching up bn him for he called at different houses. Hoavever, when Mops had nearly caught up to him he dived into the butcher's shop. Now Mops Avas lost. Suddenly lie thought: "How am I to get home? I could sneak in a 'bus but I Avoukl not know Avhat place to get off. Everything happens to me!" Mops mooched around for a bit, then he asked himself aloud: ''Where am L going to sleep?" "Come to my place," said a voice behind him. Looking behind him Mops saAV kindlieartcd Miss Whiteside. Miss Whiteside 1 ive.s too far away thought Mops. I'll sleep in a haystack for the night, or in a tree. Maybe I'll find pirates, Peter Pan or something else exciting. I'm scared of pirates." He walked across the road and out into the country. Then he happened to see a figure in the distance. It had a shining thing on its belt. "Was it a pirate?—or maybe a deA f il!" Terrified Mops walked slowly up to it but to his surprise it Avas ony la scare croAV._A bull came up and sniffed at him. Mops stood as still as a statue; then suddenly he gave him a Avhaclc with his tail. The bull did not like this so he started rooting up the earth and charged. Mops put his tail between his legs and ran as fast as his, legs could carry him. He trod on a thorn and that slackened his speed. Ahead of him he saw a huge hedge. He would have to jump over it or he wo-uld be doomed to die. When he Avas a few yards from the hedge he spied a hole. The bull was gaining for Mops Avas only running on three legs. Now lie Avas only a lew feet away from the hole and a second later he Avas safe on the other side. Suddenly, to his great delight. Mops saw his mistress. She ay as. going for a picnic with some of her friends. She. cried "Mops! My beautiful handsome lovely Mops. He's been missing for 21 hours. Oh you've hurt your little foot. Quick! Let's go home. By this lime the buU had walked aAvay thoroughly disgusted. "I'll never neA r e.r run away again!" said Mops. By Don Iloggard, Palmerston Nth.