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Barkingford. His dad is a luxury doghouse developer, and a dastardly dealer. He’s due to retire soon, and Doodles is set to take over.”
“Gosh, that does sound posh, but I wouldn’t swap where we live now for a stately kennel. I love it on the lane. If only I could get Pogo Paws and Pickle to be nicer…” Lennie sighed.
“I know. I love it on the lane too. Home is where the heart is, after all, and there’s a lot of kindness around here. Not counting Pogo Paws and Pickle, obviously,” said Badger. “I’m sure that the reason you’re having nightmares is because you’re worrying about being gang leader,” he added.
“I never wanted to be the leader. Pogo Paws and Pickle get up to mischief
all
the time, and they insist on me joining in. I’m fed up with them both,” grumbled Lennie.
“Well, maybe the Earl will distract them when he visits. Did he say when he’s arriving?”
“Later today, I think.”
“Yikes! I’d better get this place tidied up then,” said Badger, looking at the feathery mess in his garden.
“Badger, just one thing… when do you think the Dreamcatcher will be ready? I’ve just had another nightmare, and this time Pogo Paws and Pickle were really horrible.”
“Oh Lennie, I’ve got the feathers, I’ve got the ring and I’ve got the string, but I still need one other thing. In the meantime, try this under your pillow at night. Or sniff it whenever you feel upset.”
Badger gave Lennie a small bag filled with calming lavender and camomile.
“Thanks, Badger, and good luck withyour visitor. I’m sure he can’t be all bad if he’s related to you,” said Lennie.
“If only that were true!” sighed Badger.
As Lennie slipped through the crack in the fence and wandered up the lane, he took a deep breath and sniffed his little bag of calm. But when he rounded the corner, he bumped smack-bang into Pogo Paws and Pickle.
“Did you get the p-mail about the Earl?” yelled Pogo Paws.
“Who exactly
is
this Earl of Doodlepoppington anyway?” snarled Pickle.
“I know!” said Lennie triumphantly. “He’s Badger’s cousin, and by all accounts, he’s a bit of scoundrel.”
“Oh really?” glowered Pickle. “Being a scoundrel is
our
job. Who does he think he is, coming on to our patch? We’ll sort him out, and show him who’s who.”
“
And
tell him whose territory this is,” added Pogo Paws.
Pickle looked at Pogo Paws and said, “Hang on a minute. That’s our
leader’s
job.”
They both looked expectantly at Lennie.
“So what’s the plan then?” asked Pickle.
“Erm… I need to think about that,” jittered Lennie.
“Well, you better think about it fast, because he’s arriving soon. We’ll meet you here at dusk, and you’d better come up with something, or else you’re not fit to call yourself our leader,” snarled Pickle.
Pickle spied the little bag that Lennie was clutching.
“What’s
that
?” she pointed a paw in his direction.
“Just something to help me sleep better” said Lennie.
“You’re so namby-pamby, Lennie.” Pickle lunged at the little bag and tore it apart. The lavender and camomile scattered in the lane as Pogo Paws and Pickle ran off sniggering.
Lennie was left trembling and scrambled about to pick up whatever sprigs were left of the relaxing herbs.
He sat alone in the middle of the lane with his heart pounding. His breathing was fast and shallow.
“This is a nightmare, and I’m still awake,” he panicked. “They want me to show this Earl who’s boss. How can I do that when I don’t even want to
be
the boss?”
In Badger’s garden, there was much flurry and fluster. The Mystical Mutt had crafted a baa-baa-flick — a multi-coloured duster — from all of the feathers. Now, he was rushing around trying to make everything just so for his cousin’s arrival. He had polished his plant pot, dusted down the sundial and cleared the shed of cobwebs.
The fluffiest blankets were in his bed and he had changed the
“Gosh, that does sound posh, but I wouldn’t swap where we live now for a stately kennel. I love it on the lane. If only I could get Pogo Paws and Pickle to be nicer…” Lennie sighed.
“I know. I love it on the lane too. Home is where the heart is, after all, and there’s a lot of kindness around here. Not counting Pogo Paws and Pickle, obviously,” said Badger. “I’m sure that the reason you’re having nightmares is because you’re worrying about being gang leader,” he added.
“I never wanted to be the leader. Pogo Paws and Pickle get up to mischief
all
the time, and they insist on me joining in. I’m fed up with them both,” grumbled Lennie.
“Well, maybe the Earl will distract them when he visits. Did he say when he’s arriving?”
“Later today, I think.”
“Yikes! I’d better get this place tidied up then,” said Badger, looking at the feathery mess in his garden.
“Badger, just one thing… when do you think the Dreamcatcher will be ready? I’ve just had another nightmare, and this time Pogo Paws and Pickle were really horrible.”
“Oh Lennie, I’ve got the feathers, I’ve got the ring and I’ve got the string, but I still need one other thing. In the meantime, try this under your pillow at night. Or sniff it whenever you feel upset.”
Badger gave Lennie a small bag filled with calming lavender and camomile.
“Thanks, Badger, and good luck withyour visitor. I’m sure he can’t be all bad if he’s related to you,” said Lennie.
“If only that were true!” sighed Badger.
As Lennie slipped through the crack in the fence and wandered up the lane, he took a deep breath and sniffed his little bag of calm. But when he rounded the corner, he bumped smack-bang into Pogo Paws and Pickle.
“Did you get the p-mail about the Earl?” yelled Pogo Paws.
“Who exactly
is
this Earl of Doodlepoppington anyway?” snarled Pickle.
“I know!” said Lennie triumphantly. “He’s Badger’s cousin, and by all accounts, he’s a bit of scoundrel.”
“Oh really?” glowered Pickle. “Being a scoundrel is
our
job. Who does he think he is, coming on to our patch? We’ll sort him out, and show him who’s who.”
“
And
tell him whose territory this is,” added Pogo Paws.
Pickle looked at Pogo Paws and said, “Hang on a minute. That’s our
leader’s
job.”
They both looked expectantly at Lennie.
“So what’s the plan then?” asked Pickle.
“Erm… I need to think about that,” jittered Lennie.
“Well, you better think about it fast, because he’s arriving soon. We’ll meet you here at dusk, and you’d better come up with something, or else you’re not fit to call yourself our leader,” snarled Pickle.
Pickle spied the little bag that Lennie was clutching.
“What’s
that
?” she pointed a paw in his direction.
“Just something to help me sleep better” said Lennie.
“You’re so namby-pamby, Lennie.” Pickle lunged at the little bag and tore it apart. The lavender and camomile scattered in the lane as Pogo Paws and Pickle ran off sniggering.
Lennie was left trembling and scrambled about to pick up whatever sprigs were left of the relaxing herbs.
He sat alone in the middle of the lane with his heart pounding. His breathing was fast and shallow.
“This is a nightmare, and I’m still awake,” he panicked. “They want me to show this Earl who’s boss. How can I do that when I don’t even want to
be
the boss?”
In Badger’s garden, there was much flurry and fluster. The Mystical Mutt had crafted a baa-baa-flick — a multi-coloured duster — from all of the feathers. Now, he was rushing around trying to make everything just so for his cousin’s arrival. He had polished his plant pot, dusted down the sundial and cleared the shed of cobwebs.
The fluffiest blankets were in his bed and he had changed the
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