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Toby is an excited little fellow. He’s short, round and… well… hairy? Toby is a Cairn Terrier and he has experienced something quite fantastical.
If you’ve just arrived, you’ll see that Toby’s talking to his best friend Freddie, a ginger border collie with a short attention span. Freddie’s listening… but only just - he can see some people playing with a tennis ball….
“FREDDIE - are you listening?”
“YES! yes…. Tell me again, what happened?” Toby enquired.
“When I think about treats, they just fall from the sky!”
“Oh come on Toby! Everyone knows that treats come from mums or dads or Margarets down the road, we all know it!”
“Yes, I know treats do come from them, but in my house, treats also come from the sky! I’ll be thinking of a snack, dreaming of it - even sniffing it but not seeing it and then BOOM! It just falls out of the sky!”
“Toby…. grr… BALL! … Toby! Snacks don’t fall from the sky, you have to try to sneak them… you sometimes can stretch up and steal them but they do not fall from the sky. I remember a particularly good Christmas where I stretched up and I got a WHOLE tray of sausages! That was the best day ever. Dad wasn’t happy but it was the best. But those sausages didn’t fall from the sky, no they did not."
“Well, in my house they do,” said toby, indignantly, “and maybe I can’t prove it to you but they do. Even if you don’t believe me, snacks fall from the sky.”
Toby didn’t need to prove it to anyone. He had some kind of magic powers that made every snack he was thinking about fall right from the sky and into his chops. And that was just fine by him.
Toby's Mum called him over and clipped on his lead, and he walked her home. He was just fine with snacks turning up just as he’d thought of them.
Arriving home, he shook off the outside smells and wiped his nose on the living room rug to get all the inside smells. He stretched out his legs, front and back, and settled in for a short nap in his favourite chair. Mum had gone to the garden and was having a chat with the neighbour. “It’d be nice to have some thing to crunch on when I wake up”, he thought to himself as he relaxed into slumber.
CRASH! Went something in the kitchen. Toby, not quite asleep yet - pricked his ears up and ran over to the kitchen - SNACKS! mm… yes, that crunchy treat that mum always boiled in water and put red sauce on - SO much better crunchy! And what a bonus that Mum didn’t hear otherwise it’d all go in the bin - silly Mum. But HOW did it get there? He thought to himself. He still thought he had magic powers, but since Freddie didn’t believe him, he thought that he had better try to figure it out. He’d always looked up when snacks fell from the sky but the only thing he ever saw was a quick shadow.
Freddie said you could stretch up and take things from the counter but Toby didn’t believe that - the counter was too far away. If he Toby couldn’t reach it neither could anyone else - well apart from Mum, so Freddie must have been making it up.
BANG! Went something else from the other side of the kitchen! “Ooh more snacks!. But…I’m not that hungry and I wasn’t thinking about snacks! What’s going on?.” Toby looked up from where he was and saw the shadow again.
“Who are you, good sky snacks friend? I want to say hello! Please be my friend I love snacks snacks snacks snacks!” - is what Toby said - but what was heard by everyone else not fluent in dog - actually was “Woof woof woof! Woof woof bark grr yarf” - and it was so excited and loud that mum heard it from the garden and came back in to the kitchen to see what was going on.
“Uh oh” Toby thought - “I’ll get blamed for the sky snacks again….” He rushed to hide behind the corner
“Oh, Felix! What are you doing up there!? You don’t live here!” Mum said, looking up to where toby had seen the shadow. She reached up near the highest cupboards and lifted something… what was it…. Toby couldn’t see properly from being hidden round the corner but then saw a fluffy tail… A CAT!
Mum took the cat outside and then shut the garden door. “How on earth does he keep getting in here? TOBY, STOP EATING THAT PASTA!” Mum rushed into the kitchen again to tidy up and Toby rushed out of the kitchen to avoid being told off, he walked up to the garden door and sat down on the mat, looking longingly out through the glass.
The cat was walking along the fence, off to next door. Toby did not know how he got in, but he was amazed that cats could make snacks fall from the sky.
Cats are magic.
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