Bad Becky by Gervase Phinn

Author:Gervase Phinn
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780141926483
Publisher: Penguin Books Ltd
Published: 2008-11-06T05:00:00+00:00

He growled at the brothers, baring his sharp teeth and sticking his stumpy little tail bolt upright. Becky could see that her brothers were not at all keen on taking the savage little brute for ‘walkie-walkies’, but she knew that they had no choice.

‘Would you like a cup of tea, Aunt Mildred,’ asked Mum, ‘and a piece of chocolate cake that I’ve baked specially?’

‘Yes, I would,’ said Great-Aunt Mildred – without saying please, Becky noticed. ‘I love chocolate cake. I bake delicious chocolate cakes myself. Everyone says they are as light as a feather.’

At that moment there was a terrible shriek from the garden. The noise sounded like ‘Eeeaaarrroooggghhh!’ and, seconds later, Bernard and Ben rushed through the door with the dog snapping at their heels.

‘Get it off!’ cried Ben, hiding behind the table.

‘Get it off!’ echoed Bernard, climbing on a chair.

‘It’s ripped my new coat!’ wailed Ben.

‘And torn my trousers!’ moaned Bernard.

‘He must be hungry,’ said Great-Aunt Mildred. ‘Does my ickle Poochie-Woochie want his din-dins?’ she asked. ‘Does he? Yes, he does.’ She dug into her large bag and took out an enormous packet of dog biscuits and a huge tin of dog food. She thrust them towards Becky. ‘Get him his dinner,’ she said, ‘and don’t give too much.’

‘Do I have to?’ Becky asked, scowling as she reluctantly took the dog food.

‘Yes, you do,’ replied Great-Aunt Mildred. ‘Good little girls do as they are told, and they are seen but not heard.’

Becky looked down at the dog. He looked back at her with the unblinking stare of a killer shark. ‘Come on then,’ she said.

Poochie obediently trotted into the kitchen behind Becky. But as soon as she started shaking some biscuits into a bowl, the dog edged towards her, growling, his sharp teeth gleaming.

Becky stopped what she was doing, put her hands on her hips and stared into Poochie’s eyes. It was her really, really angry stare. Mum said it was a stare that could turn milk sour and freeze soup in pans. Then she stabbed the air with a finger. ‘Be quiet! You silly dog!’ she shouted. One more growl out of you and I’ll lock you in the store cupboard where it’s dark and spooky.’

Poochie gazed at her for a moment

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