Carmel peeked into the butcher shop, ears perked and her nose twitching. When the butcher turned his back, she ran inside, grabbed a large beef bone, and dashed back. The butcher gave chase.
Carmel tore down the street, into an alley, through a rickety fence, and into her own back yard. She settled in a sunny patch for a nice chew.
There was commotion in the front yard, which Carmel ignored. It found her anyway. “There she is, that thieving cur!” screamed the butcher.
Carmel’s owner said, “Innocent until proven guilty. Do you have proof that is your bone?”
Carmel tore down the street, into an alley, through a rickety fence, and into her own back yard. She settled in a sunny patch for a nice chew.
There was commotion in the front yard, which Carmel ignored. It found her anyway. “There she is, that thieving cur!” screamed the butcher.
Carmel’s owner said, “Innocent until proven guilty. Do you have proof that is your bone?”
