A house next door to my parents. The house seems reminiscent of my grandparents house in Stone. There has been some trouble with next door's dog. The neighbour has said that if the dog pokes it's head through the gap in the wAll then that will be up to him. The dog pokes it's head through a gap in the brick wall. The dog - quite a small one - does not look dangerous. It looks friendly. I know the dog:s name is Beeston. The dog somehow manages to fit through the gap in the wall and is now in our driveway. Somehow I manage to get the dog affixed to some kind of makeshift lead. I must return the dog to next door - imagine how pleased the man will be! I set off down the long drive with the dog. There is some kind of floodwater the dog runs into. To my horror I realise the end of the lead is empty - the dog has escaped! I must find the dog!
I look up to the other side of the house. Beeston is barking and playing with other dogs. I shout out his name. Beeston ignores me and disappears with the other dogs. I chase after him calling his name.
An image of the man next door, sitting eating dinner. He does not realise his dog has gone.
Along a small outside pathway. Mum is there. She is comforting me about the loss of the dog.
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