Sausages

Mum, Maisie, and little Timmy walked along to the butcher’s. Suddenly, when they arrived at the butcher’s, little Timmy started wailing violently.

“Sausage! Sausage! Me want Sausage!!!”

Sighing, Mum thought wearily, that’s our dinner decided then! Looking up, the butcher gave them a cheery wave, along with a smile. Slowly, Timmy’s small face lit up.

“Look. There is sausage. Me must have sausage.” Muttered little Timmy under his breath.

“I’ll have five sausages please.” Said Mum, smiling cheerfully.

“Alrighty! That’ll be five pounds fifty.” Answered the butcher, handing over the sausages.

Taking the sausages, Mum put the sausages under the pushchair. Immediately, Timmy started to wail yet again.

“Give me sausage! Sau-sage! Sau-sage! Sau-sage!

“Shut up, Timmy. You always start having a fuss about nothing!” Moaned Maisie.

Giving a huge huff of disgust, Timmy shut himself up.

“Right then”, said Mum, slightly shocked by her children’s argument.

“Shall we get going, then?”

“Alright”, huffed Maisie.

“Do we have to?”, grumbled Timmy.

When they had finally walked out of the butcher’s shop, they bumped into one of Mum’s friends (Amy), and her dog, Muncher. (he was called Muncher because he had such an appetite) Just like any adult would, Mum started chatting away with her friend. Curiously, baby Timmy reached out and gently stroked Muncher on the head. Growling happily, Muncher leaned towards Timmy, wanting to be stroked more.

Suddenly, disaster struck! Gently, a sausage-smelling aroma wafted through the air, meeting Muncher’s nose. Standing up, Muncher tore away from baby Timmy, sticking his mouth straight into the sausages, gobbling them all up in one enormous gulp! Feeling a lovely sausagey feeling inside his stomach, Muncher closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. Opening his eyes, he realised something was going on. Then, it struck him. If he had eaten sausages without permission, it meant that they weren’t his sausages, it meant they were somebody else’s sausages!

“Oops! Sorry! Can you please forgive me?” Whimpered Muncher, feeling silly. Unfortunately for Muncher, so far, no human-being on earth can understand dog, so, nobody understood him. All the time that he had been munching away at sausages, little Timmy had been watching him, but now, because he’d eaten the sausages, Timmy yelled, screamed, kicked, and had a absolutely massive tantrum. Mum gave a groan, and and reached for the small child’s dummy. She looked under the pushchair, but, when she looked there, there was no sausages at all! Not one single one! Turning, Mum looked at the dog, and because the dog was a greedy one, she didn’t doubt it was Muncher. Glaring at Muncher, she told her friend that the greedy dog had eaten all of their sausages! While her friend told her about Muncher eating the sausages, Amy gave a disapproving look towards Muncher. Without hesitation, Amy went straight to the butcher’s shop and bought some more sausages for them.