Book · Summer · Treasure Island

The Black Bowl

Me: Why is Dave sulking?

Nell: He has been grounded.

Me: What happened?

Nell: Have you seen today’s Daily Growl?

Me: No.

Nell: David has made the front page.

Me: What has he done?

Nell: He caused a scene at the Admiral Inn in Dartmouth yesterday. Here, read the paper.

Me: “Dog about Town, Dave Martin, and his sidekick, Beagle Bones, entertained holidaymakers yesterday with their singing and dancing. Chairs were overturned and tables were broken.” Oh dear.

Nell: Look who is in the background. The Cat. Wearing feathers.

Me: “When asked about the damage caused, Dave Martin replied: “We were just having fun.”

Nell: Well, David is facing the music alone because Beagle Bones has left town.

Me: Why?

Nell: Apparently after all the kerfuffle David and Bones were enjoying a drink when an elderly pug wearing thick glasses carrying a white stick came in and gave Bones a letter

Me: Excuse me?

Nell: Bones opened the letter. Turned white, which is actually quite difficult for a Beagle, and ran off.

Me: What was in the letter?

Nell: A black bowl.

Me: A black bowl?

Nell: Yes.

Me: How did it get in the letter?

Nell: Not a real one. A drawing of one. Do keep up.

Me: And that frightened Bones so much he ran away?

Nell: Yes. I don’t know why but I mean to find out.

Me: Sherlock Martin strikes again.

Nell: Don’t be silly. Tell Poppy, Jonathan likes his eggs soft boiled, please and ask David to come here as I need a word with him immediately.

Me: Yes, sorry.

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