Once there was a dog called Fluff. Though his mother had
named him Fluff because of his lovely furry coat, he should have been called
‘Scruff’ because he was always scruffy.
On the roof of the house was a big bone with a large, red bow tied around it.
Next to it was a board saying in bold letters: “For the Best Dog in the
end of himself. He charged at the big iron gate of the house and threw himself
against it, “Let me in! Let me in!” he barked.
“Did your mother not teach you any manners? We don’t let ruffians like you
and burst into tears.
tears. Fluff told her what the guard dog had said.
gate politely,” said his mother.
arrived at the gate, he politely asked the Dobermann, “Please let me go
in.” The Dobermann nodded approvingly and opened the big iron gate.
was so excited he ran all over the grass. He dug up the freshly-sown flowerbeds
and trampled the plants. Suddenly a huge Alsatian gardener dog came barking
angrily, “You careless, mannerless pup! how dare you spoil my garden? Go
away and don’t come back till you learn to behave.”
legs. When he told his mother what had happened to him, she scolded him too.
politely, he marched quietly up the drive. He pushed open the front door and
trotted in quietly. No one seemed to be around. Or so he thought till a shrill
voice startled him, “You dirty pup, see what you did to my clean
on the spotless floor and glowering at him was the maid dog, Mrs. Dachshund.
to wipe your paws on the doormat next time.” Mrs. Dachshund yapped after
gardener dog and watchdog laughing at him.
his coat was shiny and smooth. By evening, he was spick and span. ‘No one can
turn me away now,’ Fluff
opened the gate to see a neat and tidy Fluff. The gardener dog looked on
astonished as Fluff walked primly
paws on the doormat. Mrs. Dachshund was pleased. “That is a good pup. I
imagine that you have come for the bone. That way,” she said pointing her
long nose at the stairs.
mistakes. He reached the landing, and onto the terrace. At last the bone! How
big, and luscious it looked. Fluffs mouth watered. He could not wait to get his
teeth into it. He pounced “Grrrr…” Fluff stopped mid-leap.
these parts we use the word ‘please’ if we want something, we ask nicely,”
he said sternly.
want that bone,’ he muttered to himself. And that was what he told his mother.
“Please may I have the bone?”
camera blinded him.
including his parents and friends.
present Fluff the prize for the ‘Best Dog in the world’.
from the well-coiffed Mrs. Poodle, he nearly forgot to say “Thank
her neat and tidy Fluff talking politely was worth watching. How nice to be the
best dog in the world! He surely deserved the bone!