moved, so I arrived ten minutes early, and the Pancakehouse hadn't opened up yet.
So I made my way through the village, and walked by a popular church. I listened carefully, straining to hear them sing: 'If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands!' but only silence greeted me.
Disappointed I made my way back to the Pancakehouse, straight into a really scary looking dog. Its owner blissfully unaware of his dog's interest in my legs, wandered ahead.
'Sir, sir!' I whimpered.
Thankfully he turned around and saw me running scared.
'He won't bite!' he said those fateful words all dog owners utter.
'Does your dog know that too?' I whispered doubtfully.
'Come here you, Ugly Mongrel!' he summoned his dog, which immediately ran up to him.
I sighed with relief, and went to get my coffee to calm my nerves.
But as I was sipping my cup I suddenly felt sorry for the dog. It's a sad thing when you listen to 'Ugly Mongrel'.
That's why I always pretend I don't hear.