You’re Still The MUTT
(sequel to 'Who's the Mutt?')
Charlie was a dog and loved food. His favourite food was meat… he liked Beef, Lamb and Turkey, but he loved and loved… Chicken! Charlie would do anything for Chicken, literally. As we all know, Luke is Charlie’s owner and as we also all know… Luke’s dad is one fat, dumb and one seriously grumpy man!
One day, Charlie was having a nap time, it was about eleven o’clock. Then the door slammed, it was Luke’s mum. Luke’s mum had been away in India, on a business trip. She had been away for a good three weeks and Luke was beginning to miss his mum. Even though Luke was nearly fourteen… and him and his mum were always fighting, Luke didn’t like it when she went away.
“I’m back!” she bellowed,
“Mum!” a voice shouted out.
“That sounds like Luke?” Charlie thought to him self. “But it can’t be, he’s supposed to be at school. Unless…” he thought very carefully about this. When he went to see who it was, he saw Luke wrapped in his mothers arms and she was kissing him on the cheek, quite a lot of times!
“Ehh! Mum… stop it!” Luke groaned,
“What! Luke’s skipped school!” Charlie blurted out. Of course, it just sounded like a load of woofing to Luke and his mum. Just as he was walking back up to Luke’s bedroom.
“Charlie, Charlie boy, come here boy. Come on!” It was Luke’s mum. Charlie liked Luke’s mum, she was… sort of nice. She gives Charlie left over meat all the time. But he doesn’t like her when she dresses him up in pink fluffy bunny ears and then carries him around in a little hand bag.
“Oh… mummy’s missed her little Charlie baby!” she said to Charlie, picking him up. Then she pulled out a collar covered in beautiful gems.
“Look what I got for you!” She said, clipping the collar to Charlie’s neck. Charlie didn’t look that impressed. He didn’t want a new collar… he wanted chicken!
“What’s for lunch?”
“I don’t know.” Luke shrugged. Luke’s dad couldn’t cook, so they had to have takeaways for dinner and frozen burgers for lunch.
“Well… we all like roast. So what about some nice English Roast Chicken?” Charlie’s ear’s pricked up.
“Ok.” Luke couldn’t be less bothered, but Charlie could.
“Oh yeah!” He woofed. When Luke’s mum, (Olivia) went into the front room, Luke’s dad, (Simon) was in there, sitting on the sofa Rubbing his back side. After the not so unfortunate accident with the cat flap Simon had to have three stitches in his bottom.
“What happened?” Olivia asked, putting on a concerned face.
“Who cares about him! Where’s my chicken?” Charlie woofed again.
“It was that MUTT!” Simon shouted.
“His names Charlie!” Luke exclaimed.
“Oh… my honey bunny, come here!” Olivia shouted, dropping Charlie. He hit the floor with a bump and then bounced several times, until he landed in Luke’s arms.
“Do you mind!” Charlie woofed again, “I-want-my-chicken!”
Luke’s dad might not be able to cook… but Luke knew quite a lot about cooking. He put Charlie down on the table, then started to look through the kitchen. When he finally, found a nice Chicken, he washed it, then dried it and thank god it was gutted! Then he put it in a roasting tin, seasoned it and popped it in the oven. After about an hour and a half… Luke took it out the oven and plopped it on to a big, white, shiny, plate.
“Grub’s up!” Luke shouted, putting three plates down and a mixture of vegetables on the kitchen table. Charlie licked his lips and then made a dive for the chicken. He stretched his legs out and stuck his front claws out from his little paws. He was actually in mid air when a pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him down back to earth. Charlie looked up, it was Olivia.
“Do you mind?” he screeched, falling over backwards, “Oh, it’s you.” He groaned sitting back up.
“Rule number one… no dogs anywhere approximately,” Olivia shouted, getting a tape measure out of her bag. “Um… twenty four inches away from the table!” she screeched again, shooing poor Charlie into his cage, witch he didn’t go in that much. As it smelt a bit! She locked the door.
“No way mum! He doesn’t like it in there. That’s why I made him his special doggy bed!” Luke screamed, pointing to a corner of the room. With Charlie’s silk blanket in and his seven little pillow’s lined up in a line.
“No Luke! Don’t you dare answer back to me!” she shouted back, locking the cage.
“I’ve grown up mum! And I think you, need to do, too!” Luke unlocked the door,
“How dare you!”
“What?”
“What? What? I’ll tell you what!”
“What, what, what, what… what!” Luke screamed again,
“Bla, ble, ble, bla, ble, bla, bla, bla!” and the rest is quite boring. While Luke and his mum were blubbering on Charlie pushed the cage open and skipped off. He jumped onto the chair where Olivia usually sits.
“Come on, let’s tuck in Olivia!” Simon said turning around to see Charlie, in his wife’s seat.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Simon screeched, like a little girl.
“Oh what’s wrong now?” Olivia huffed.
“Olivia! Your all fluffy and, and, fluffy!” he shouted. Now Simon was dumb, no not dumb, really, really, extra dumb! He thought that Olivia had turned into a dog, when really she was just behind him.
“What!” she shouted looking down at him.
“But! What? But I thought…” he said, looking back and forwards, at Charlie and Olivia.
“You dummy!” she moaned, walking off and then came back and tucked into her dinner.
“Get off you dumb MUTT!” Simon shouted,
“Dumb MUTT… look who’s talking!” Charlie growled. After they had all had dinner, everyone went into the front room and watched TV. This was Charlie’s chance to make his move on the… Chicken! He sneaked out of his doggy bed and clambered onto one of the chairs.
“Yummy roast CHICKEN.” Charlie whispered. He dragged the remains into Luke’s bedroom and munched into the Chicken. When Simon finally got up from the sofa to get seconds… that’s when he looked.
“Where’s the chicken gone?” he moaned,
“You ate it all dad!” Luke shouted, laughing.
“No I did not! It was probably that MUTT!” Next thing Charlie knew, he heard big footsteps coming towards Luke’s bedroom!
“MUTT! Where are you?” Simon blurted, Charlie quickly grabbed the rest of the chicken and poked his head out the door. Simon turned around to see Charlie, with his chicken in Charlie’s mouth.
“MUTT! Come here now!” Simon shouted.
“Ruff!” Charlie went and ran out the cat flap. Simon ran out the door and saw Charlie heading for Olivia’s flower beds. By this time Charlie had ate all the yummy bits off the Chicken and left the fatty bits for Simon. He rolled over in the muddy flower beds squishing some of the flowers… but not all of them; he wouldn’t do that to Olivia. Olivia loves her flower beds and that played a very important part in Charlie’s devious plan! He put the Chicken down and woofed.
“MUTT! Give me my CHICKEN!” and there is only one person who would talk to Charlie like that. Simon ran to the flower bed, jumped in the air and landed belly first on the chicken… squishing it into the ground. Charlie ran inside and cleaned him self up. He jumped on to the window sill and looked out at Simon. He turned over first, then started to look for his chicken.
“MUTT! Where have you put my chicken?” he bellowed,
“I haven’t got it dummy!” Charlie screamed, rolling his eyes, “These Human things… have no sense!” Simon carried on rolling around Olivia’s flower bed, which by now… was just a square of dirt with a couple of squished flowers pocking up. Olivia walked over to the back door and opened it,
“SIMON! Get out of my flower beds!” she bellowed,
“But! But! It was that MUTT.” He groaned, hanging his head in shame, like a little child that has just been told off. Charlie growled.
“Likely story!” Luke shouted from behind his mother.
“He just doesn’t learn.” Charlie woofed, feeling quite proud of himself, “You’re still the MUTT Simon, your still the MUTT!” he woofed, licking his lips!
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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