04 Frankenstein's Dog by R.L. Stine

Author:R.L. Stine [Stine, R.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Uncle Victor returned to the house in time to prepare vegetable soup and lamb stew over rice for dinner. After we sat down at the kitchen table, Poochie stood by my uncle’s chair, waiting for handouts. Poochie was quite a beggar.

“I hope you and Robby had fun with Poochie today,” Uncle Victor said, spreading the napkin over his lap. He wore baggy khakis and a plaid flannel shirt. It was strange seeing him out of his white lab coat.

“Uh … yeah,” I said. “We played with Poochie a little.”

No way I was going to tell my uncle that I spilled a green chemical on the dog and turned him into a giant.

We spooned up our soup for a while. It was hot and very tasty. But I didn’t have much appetite. I had only one thing on my mind. I planned not to bring it up until after dinner. But I just couldn’t hold it in till then.

“Uncle Victor, take a look at this,” I said. I slid my phone across the table.

He set down his soup spoon and wiped his mouth with the napkin. “What’s wrong, dear?”

I motioned to the phone, and he picked it up. He studied it for a long moment. Then he raised his eyes to me. “Goodness. What happened?”

“It’s smashed,” I said through gritted teeth. I suddenly felt like crying. But I forced it back. “Totally smashed.”

He held the phone close to his face, turning it over and over in his hand. “I … I don’t understand, Kat. Was there some kind of accident?”

“Accident?” I cried. “Look at it. Uncle Victor, someone was in my room. Someone broke my phone.”

His cheeks turned red. He shook his head. I could see he was thinking hard. “But there’s no one else in the house,” he said finally. “Myra, my housekeeper, is away till next month visiting her sister. You and I are all alone here, dear.”

“But — but —” I sputtered.

He patted my hand. “Kat, it must have fallen off your bed table and cracked.”

My breath caught in my throat. I stared at him. How did he know it was on my bed table?

Uncle Victor slid the phone across the tablecloth to me. “So sorry,” he murmured. He patted the back of my hand again.

Then he bent and lifted Poochie off the floor. He cradled the dog in his arms and stroked the thick white fur on his back.

I suddenly pictured giant, sheepdog-sized Poochie. The dog stared at me as if reading my thoughts. I felt guilty for not telling Uncle Victor what had happened this afternoon. But I just didn’t want to get in trouble my first day in the house.

Uncle Victor shook his head. “So sorry,” he said again. “Now you can’t do your video blog, dear. I know how disappointed you must be. I’m very disappointed, too.”

I nodded. But then I had an idea. “Maybe I can buy a new phone in the village,” I said. “There must be a shop there that sells phones.

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