The Misadventures of Chico Chugg

By Janet Roberts

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Party Time

At one o’clock Gran arrived with Harold, the handyman from Gran’s home. She told us how he had kindly offered to bring her in his car.
“Oh, it was no bother really,” Harold told us. “Dotty told me about your narrowboat and I was curious to come and have a look anyway.”
“Well, you’re very welcome but it’s still very kind of you, Harold,” replied Mum.
Mum showed them both down into the boat and gave them a cup of tea. Harold kept saying how lovely the boat was and how lucky we were to be living aboard.
Gran just made sniffing noises and I could hear her muttering under her breath. I thought I just caught the sound of the word ‘Ridiculous!’
“Now Gran we need you to do us a big favour,” said Charlie in a serious voice.
“Depends what it is,” said Gran looking suspicious.
“You know how marvellous you were when you saved, Chico?”
Gran suddenly looked very pleased with herself.
“Harold!” she bellowed.
“Yes Dotty?”
“Did I tell you,” she continued, still shouting. “How I saved the dog?” Harold was standing right behind her,
“Yes you did Dotty, you noticed he had fallen into the canal and you alerted everyone so he could be pulled to safety,” replied Harold.
“Exactly!” said Gran smugly.
Harold winked at Charlie and me and whispered, “She's told everyone, at least a dozen times!”
Charlie giggled and continued. “Well, Gran, we need someone to look after Chico for us when we are busy with the party. He seems to be getting into more mischief lately and we don’t want him to get into trouble today.”
‘Trouble!’ What a cheek! I didn’t get into trouble! It was trouble that seemed to get into me!
Gran was looking at me now with a funny kind of grin on her face. Was she remembering the first time we met and how I tripped her up? Was it going to be revenge today?
“Of course,” she replied in a sickly sort of voice. “Harold and I would love to look after Chico. Now come here Chico.”
It was the first time she had called me by my name instead of 'Dog' and it felt rather strange. She bent down to stroke me, but I started to back away slowly with my tail between my legs.
“We’re best of friends these days aren’t we, Chico?”
I wasn’t so sure!


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