Albert Meets Teddy

Oh, my goodness, it was so wet. My tail will go curly if it continues raining much more. I must get back to the den; I was only supposed to go out for a few minutes. Mummy said, ‘Don’t wander, you are too young.’ Well, yes, obviously I was, as I had no clue where I was.

I had followed the smell: chopped-up dog food, our favourite. Normally, Dad goes out and brings a mouthful back for each of us in turn. If this is the walk he does every night, he must be exhausted by morning. Maybe I should tell my brothers to be kinder to him; we are forever giving him a nip on the ear or his big, bushy tail.

Maybe if I turn right at the next corner, I will get back to the river, and then I know where I am (I really haven’t got a clue, but I thought that sounded so grown up).