A little girl read a story to her dog (a dog who was supposed to be in hiding until Christmas but her mummy caved and didn't even last a day and gave it as a first birthday present doggy instead).
She read and she read to him.
And he listened and listened.
The little girl pointed out things of interest to the little dog. A xylophone here, a starfish there.
And when the little doggy became tired, the little girl rocked him in her arms.
All of a sudden, the little girl decided the little doggy needed a lesson in deport-
ment.
ment.
So she grabbed the little doggy and put the book on his head, with the strictest instructions to balance it perfectly there.
Which he did. Sort of.
Bye bye, little doggy.
The End.
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