“Thank goodness!” replied Mum. “Where on earth was he?”
“Under the garden shed!”
“Lucky the neighbours didn’t find him. I’m not sure they’d like you having a python for a pet! Put Horace back in his vivarium and make sure he can’t get out again!”
“Don’t worry,” said Tommy, “he isn’t going anywhere for a while, it looks like his tummy’s full!”
The doorbell rang. It was old Mrs. Albright from downstairs. “Hello,” she said, “sorry to bother. I’m looking for Mr. Snuffles, my Yorkie. You wouldn’t know where he might be, would you?”