Not human but,,,
When I was about 10 or so I was cycling to my friends house to play some football. Hey it was a sunny day not a cloud in the sky and I was but a young scamp. This time however my dog decided to follow me. Coming out of the house onto the road the dog runs ahead and ends up doing cartwheels down the road after a white van smacked it.

Cue tears etc, etc I’m inconsolable can’t do anything but watch TV and roar and cry. Anyway dog is later put down (murdered in my mind at the time) cue me in hysterics (come on I was 10 and it was my only real friend) and Ma doesn’t know what to do to cheer me up.

The next day we headed to the big town and bought me a pair of football boots. “Sniff, sniff thanks” I warble, so back into the car and home. I disappear to play football and after a while Ma comes looking for me. I’m nowhere to be found. She panics and runs around the house (we live in the country) and eventually finds me in my dogs freshly re-dug grave showing my new boots to by day dead dog. He didn’t say if he liked them or not.

Sorry for length I’m meant to be typing an assignment and this makes it look like I am to anyone watching.
(Samantha Bricks Better half done a poo on, Fri 29 Feb 2008, 8:52, Reply)